Today would have been my Dad's 85th birthday.
In years past, we would have my parents to dinner. Dad and I would have a martini (served in the beautiful red martini glasses). Mr. L would make lobster, and afterwards we'd have cake and sing.
This is the second February 15th to roll around without my Dad.
But I'll hoist a martini in his honor tonight, and probably shed more than a couple of tears today. Love doesn't end when you lose someone, that's for sure.
Happy Birthday, Dad.