Today is my father's birthday. October 8th. The same day it's been for the past 56 years. Being here, in Cleveland, and him somewhere to the east, we shared no cake and ice cream.
I did however, give him a phone call to share my well wishes. Oh, and a card is working it's way by mail right now. The only thing really differing from October 8th last year is that my father didn't get to see my smiling face. That's right, no gift. Well, I must admit, I gave effort last year. But, as my father reminded me, it availed to nothing.
I took a lot of time trying to think of a wonderful, unique gift to give the man who has everything. What I came up with was pie. I know what you're thinking; how is pie unique? Well, you obviously do not know my mother. The last time I've seen a home made pie was never (she much better known for her cakes with holes in the middle). Plus, this wasn't your run of the mill apple, pumpkin, or pecan pie. This was key lime pie, baby.
The pie was made, smelling delicious, and beckoning for a taste. Me, I was strong. I packaged it nice and neatly, and got all my things packed for a weekend away. I decided that before I put the pie in the car, I should get Shea in first. So, I saddled my baby boy nice and safely into the car. Knowing that he was ready to go give my father a big birthday kiss, I was eager to take off, leaving my lovely pie sitting in the counter at my uncle's house.
I didn't even realize what I had done, until my father so politely asked where his birthday gift was. I explained myself and that I would bring it to him after this crazy busy weekend was over. I didn't know it would be too late by then.
When I got back to my uncle's, a mere two days later, a tiny sliver of apiece of my beautiful key lime pie remained. The aroma must have taken my uncle. He did compliment me on the delicious pie I had made.
I told my father that his birthday pie got raved reviews, but that did not satisfy him. As he reminded me today, again, I owe him two presents, one from last year, and one for this.
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