Today is my dad's 60th birthday. He doesn't look a day over 59. He has battled skin cancer and diabetes. Add that to my mom's arthritis and hip replacement, and I realize I have a lot to look forward to!
My family has all referred to my dad as Morris since I was in high school. It came from Ferris Bueller's Day off when Cameron kills his dad's Ferrari and he says, "When Morris comes home, we'll have a little chat." I felt like Cameron so many times waiting for "Morris" to get home so he could find out about something I had done (usually to one of the cars.)
My dad is hilarious and smart and very generous. He gives great advice and he loves to talk about himself. I can't hear the song "Walking on Broken Glass" by Annie Lennox and not think of my dad. He used to sit on the couch and play it over and over on his walkman.
One of my most vivid memories of my youth was going to watch my dad's trials. He was a prosecutor and I've never seen anyone before or since who could captivate a jury the way he could. He truly has a gift and he made me want to go to law school and become a prosecutor too.
Dad, thanks for all you have done for me over the years. Have a great day!