Happy Birthday Dad

It was my dad's birthday on Saturday. I won't reveal just how old he turned. Let's just say he's younger than my grandfather and older than me.

I hoped when I called he'd be preparing to go off on an epic bike ride or taking a nap — both some of his favorite passtimes. But he was on his way to Costco to buy his new baby granddaughter a stroller. That's my dad for you — buying other people presents on his birthday. He was excited about this stroller too, explaining it's many features like it's detachable wheels. (Don't ask me why that is cool. Seriously, what good is a stroller without wheels?). He told me in feigned earnesty that he plans to go get the tires "foamed" so that he could take the baby mountain biking with him. "But her mother is kind of overprotective," he said.

Lesson learned: Aging doesn't have to mean growing old.