It’s Good To Be The King

Good to be the KING

A few days ago it was my 42nd birthday.  I have always considered birthday’s a special day, but nothing too spectacular, at least not for me. My wife and I, especially her, have always tried to make the kids’ birthday’s a very special day for them. But for me thursday was just going to be another thursday. I knew the family had some things planned, I would go along with the fun, but no big deal. I did sleep in because my wife was trying a new breakfast recipe, so that was a bonus. Later she brought me breakfast in bed too, bonus 2.

Skip forward to after work and school. My oldest daughter made an incredible Harley-Davidson looking birthday cake. Everyone gathered around to sing. At the end of the song, they sprayed me with silly string and smashed cake in my face. Everyone was laughing and having a great time, at my expense. The kids had put together a collage of pics in a big frame, which included the words DAD. My middle daughter made a slide show of silly pics inferring that I had messed up the kids, using as proof, a pic of me with a Viking helmet and no shirt on. It was all in good fun, and we all laughed as we watched it over and over. I did get some clothes which were needed after the silly string and cake in face incident, but overall my gifts probably didn’t cost much more than $100. The funny thing is, as birthdays go, this may have been the best. The family together, the homemade gifts, the laughing and frivolity, those were the best gifts of all.

On that day I was reminded of how good it is to be the dad, husband and king of this little kingdom. Score!