Isn't it funny how when you were growing up,
You always found your Parent's ways funny?
I mean, the way they do things.
The way they treated you.
The way they act.
And the solutions they have with just about every little problem around the house.
Then you always say,
When I become them, I would never do that.
Never. Ever.
I will do things differently.
I am a modern, sophisticated and refined person.
Then it happens.
You do one thing,
just that one thing.
That you realize,
"OH MY GOD... I AM BECOMING THEM!"
Now let me prove my point.
Let's start with Tracy.
We were at the mall not too long ago, with Tyler asleep in his stroller.
When Tracy realized that Tyler has some dirt smudged on his face.
Without skipping a beat.
Tracy reached for Tyler's burp cloth, and wet it with her spit.
As she was wiping Tyler's face, she looked at me,
Realizing what she had done.
As my mouth hung wide open, I think I heard the choir sang.
She knew, that moment had come.
She became her Mother.
Now, me.
Ever since we had Tyler,
I started to look at life at a different perspective.
Then I noticed each and every little thing that was wrong with the house.
"I need to get fire extinguishers."
"Gotta get some more smoke alarms."
"Insurance here, insurance there".
I was as worried as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
and then...
I started running around the house, turning off lights.
Screaming...
"We're lighting up the neighborhood here!!"
Turned down the heat, trying to save money.
I told Tracy to just wear another sweater.
As I run outside to see the Meter,
Screaming...
"Holy crap! This thing is spinning like a top!"
I gotta turn something off!!
I immediately became my Father.
Funny isn't it?
Oh well,
As long as I don't wear Plaid,
Or wrap our couch with plastic,
Or not having a nice morning glass of metamucil with our coffee.
I think we'll be fine.
You know how hard it is to give a gift to someone who has everything.
On the other hand, it is also hard to give a gift to someone who
likes everything.
With Tracy, it's simple.
Anything
"Shiny".
It must be a "Southern" thing.
We'd be walking down the mall, hand in hand,
then I would realize she's gone, touching the shiny pewters by the shelves.
She just gets mezmerized by these things.
What mezmerizes me,
is her.
Happy Birthday to you my sweet.
You know my love for you get's stronger more and more each day
Tyler and I, Love you very much.
