Troubador's Birthday

I had the perfect Birthday present last night. All of the well wishes were nice, and dinner was of course appreciated. But the best present was the one I got that was unexpected. I met my family at Applebee’s after work, they had set up court in one of the corner booths with the rounded bench seats. I said hello to everyone, except my daughter (9yrs old), who had her nose buried in a book.

Why, you ask, is this significant? It is significant because for the past two years, getting my daughter to ready anything on her own was like pulling teeth. And there she was, on my birthday, totally engrossed in the Boxcar Children. I was a bookworm as a child and her resistance to reading was really painful to me. You cannot imagine how happy I was.

So last night, after we got home, I sat down on the couch and she read aloud to me, without being pushed, for another half hour.

I am a happy and blessed man

Peace