Happy... Happy... Happy...

Today is my dad's birthday. Although we see each other at least two times a week, I want to phone him today to wish him birthday greetings.

Me: Hi Dad.
Dad: Hi Grace.
Me: Happy...  happy.. happy...

The word is sticking in my mouth, like a huge sneeze that can't quite come out. I know that "Thanksgiving" is the wrong greeting, but the word is blotting out any other words in my mind.

Dad: I know what you are trying to say.
Me: Happy Birthday!

Happy birthday to a giving, patient, loving dad.