Oh my god. I almost forgot my dad’s birthday!
The very same dad I call out in almost every single post. (Hi Dad!)
The very same dad I talk to at least three times a week while walking Blue at five in the morning.
The very same dad who is probably hoping I’ll forget so he can lord it over me for the next year. Sorry!
I wrote a longer blog about the history of our bizarre birthday ritual.
I am so ridiculously caught up in the AirBnB drama and politics that February 10th has only meant one thing to me. It’s when the City Council has a meeting to discuss the fate of short-term rentals in Boulder.
But even more importantly, it’s my dad’s birthday.
Happy Birthday Dad, I love you. Every day I am grateful to have you in my life. To be truly seen yet still loved is a tremendous gift.