Yesterday was Randall's Dad's birthday, and today is my Dad's.
We have dyslexic birth years- his is '36 and mine is '63.
So how old are we?
You do the math.
I asked him, this morning, if he felt older or younger today, and he said younger.
I said I hoped it ran in the family!
He assured me that he and I would be around for a long time yet, as only the good die young!
(Did you ever wonder where I got it from? Wonder no more!)
Happy Birthday, Dad.
I love you.
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