Happy Birthday Dad
Today is my dad's birthday. He turns 59 (I know that is one year from 60, which is old). I don't usually buy my dad gifts because: 1. I've never had the money, and 2. he's not really the gift- receiving type of person. Unless it's money in its purest and most recognized state, gifts fail to affect my dad. So I had my annual challenge; give him something that will definitely affect him. Our household consists of 7 children; and the classic ice cream and cake has been my family tradition since the 4th child was born. I knew he didn't have the care or desire to buy his own ice cream and cake, so I bought it for him. I had to buy cake mix and frosting, though because store bought cake is out of my budget. Since our oven doesn't work, I went around the corner to my best friend, Edward's house to bake the cake. Edward had to leave about 20 minutes after I started baking my cake. So I had sat alone in his grandmother's house using her pans to bake my father a surprise cake. Luckily his grandmother was still at work. It would've been strange for her to walk in and see me in her kitchen, and her grandson nowhere to be found. To avoid even a few minutes of awkwardness, I only let the cake cool for five minutes after it was done. I wrapped the pan in foil, slipped on my layers of cold- protectant, and carried the hot cake home. Once I was home, I started dinner. While I cooked, I ran around trying to gather my brothers and sisters to record messages to my dad. Instead of buying a card that he'd forget about tomorrow, I wanted to make him a video card. I planned to record short messages from everybody in the house, and arrange it into a nice video to present to him. I'll probably never do that last minute again. 4 and 5 years seem to love to see themselves on camera because they never moved out of the way. The 5 year old never got the hint to be quiet at times that my dad was in ear shot. He was like the lady on the Ravioli commercial that didn't get the hint about saying vegetables in front of the kid. In the end, our video was raw and heartwarming, and my cake was fulfilling. My dad didn't shed a tear, but he couldn't stop smiling.Hopefully next year, I pull some tears out of him.
*I'd post our video, but don't know how to.
*I'd post our video, but don't know how to.
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