My parents’ birthdays are today. The both of them. Today and forever I want them to know how truly special they are.

Mom,
Today is the day I had wanted to spend time with you. I don’t get to see you very often. I don’t even talk to you very often because of my schedule. Sometimes I feel like the prodigal daughter, doing my own thing when you’re still very much connected to my other siblings. I had it planned out we were going to drive up to Everett and have breakfast with you. Then I was going to take you to the casino and let you enjoy your day. I know how much you love the casinos. I know you know that I love you, but sometimes, just sometimes, I’d like to show you just how much you know?
The great thing is that we are a lot alike so you don’t hold the fact that I work so much against me. I know you wish that I didn’t have to work so much. I do too. I believe with all my heart my shops will allow me the work/life balance that you and I crave for in my life. But, until then I continue to do what you taught me – work hard and continue fighting.
Today starts a new year for you. And I hope that you will be blessed today and through out the year. I pray that God gives you strength and favor with your company that a position opens up so you can be home. I pray for healing in your body. I pray for strength in your marriage. But mostly, I pray that you be blessed above all that you can ask for. Happy Birthday Mommy. Love you always.

Daddy,
There is not a day that goes by that I don’t miss you. In everything I do I try to honor your memory and make you proud of me. Your memory sits on my shelf and I wonder daily what you are up to. Then I think of Lee’s Cafe and how much I want the shop to happen because I think I have finally found something you’d be proud of me for. The cafe is for you daddy. Your name is in it. Bekah has obliged to have a picture of you proudly hanging where all diners can see it. I can’t wait.
But mostly, today I miss you. I miss your voice. I miss your laughter. I miss your singing. I read your text messages all the time. I listen to the last voicemail you left. I cherish the recipes you’ve given me because they are yours. When I make something of yours I am so proud to tell people what it is and who taught me. I miss you calling me Honey Girl. No one calls me that any more. I don’t think I want anyone to.
You’ve been gone a year and a half and it feels like its been a lifetime. I watched the NBA season and hated that I couldn’t call you and talk to you about how your boy moved back to Cleveland but fell short during the Finals because he couldn’t win alone. I hate the fact that football season is about to start up and I can’t talk to you about the odds of my Pack taking it all or that Brady has finally been caught as a cheat. I miss our bantering Dad. So much.
Today, I wish you a Happy Birthday, old man. Just because you are no longer here with us doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to celebrate. Kiss my baby for me. I love and miss you. I hope I’m making you proud.

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