Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Mom and Dad's 68th Anniversary
Subconsciously, I must have realized the date as, the moment I awoke today, I was craving a piece of toast with swiss cheese, topped with a juicy dill pickle. That's right - that combination was Dad's favorite breakfast and, to those of you shaking your heads, don't knock it until you've tried it. It's very delicious.
I made this particular breakfast a lot for Dad. He would vary the request with a slice of red tomato when the garden crop came in, but that's about as adventerous as he was with this particular craving.
So, Dad, this toast (literally) is for you. You're well missed but thought of every single day. And, your bride is as happy as she can be without your arms around her. I make sure of that, as much as I can. And she rewards me every single night with that same 'thank you for my day' that you gave me and, even more importantly, with the words you used to say to her every night as you tucked her in bed - not a night goes by that my adorable Mother doesn't kiss me and utter 'Good night, Sweetheart. Sleep well.'