Happy 70th to my Dad!

I never hesitate to answer the question about the relevance of today's date.
The anniversary of the bombing of Pearl Harbor?
Nope -
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!