I never hesitate to answer the question about the relevance of today's date.
The anniversary of the bombing of Pearl Harbor?
My dad's birthday!
Apparently my grandma used to say that my dad was born when they dropped the first bomb on Pearl Harbor. (bad joke, but com'on - laugh)
And so today I tell you again that sure, it's Pearl Harbor day, but it's also the anniversary of the beginning of my dad's life!
I get my blonde, fine hair (fingers crossed mine sticks around... sorry, Dad!), my allergies, and affinity for sweets from him. We have the same face, too. He taught me at a young age how to throw a curve ball and I still know how. If I had been a boy, my name would be akin to his. Basically I am my dad, in girl form.
I inherited his genuine desire for everyone to always feel comfortable, probably because he did a good job of taking care of me. And recently his acts of kindness brought tears to my eyes as I watched him hand a dollar to a veteran begging in the median of a highway. (Probably because city living calloused me to sadly ignore such people.) He goes out of his way to help others and if I can simply pass that on one day, then I feel a piece of him will always be with me (not that he's going anywhere, anytime soon!)
Happy 70th Bday, Daddy-o.
Oh oh, in celebration of my dad's 70th, today only I am offering free shipping on my Scentsy site. You must email me with the order & payment info for me to cover the shipping costs, though!