Yesterday my Old Man turned 64. It makes me happy and sad at the same time. My dad is in great shape and takes very good care of himself. I'm happy he's ok. I'm happy he is here with us. Yet, I am sad for the obvious reason; my dad is 64 now. Next year he will retire and I am trying to learn as much as I can from him. I want to spoil him as much as I am able to and I want to tell him that he has always and will continue to be loved immensely by B and I. Truly, we have the best dad.