The bearded one

I've never seen the father type without a mustache and beard. He's always had at least some form of facial hair.


He's always had a character to match his appearance -- unusual, laid back, a stand out in a crowd. And he's usually bare foot. Even when he's climbing a wall.




He's always been a wonderful father.




He's been willing to do camping trips with the kids on his own so I could have a weekend to myself. (Don't ask me who the other kid is -- you'll have to ask the father type and the boy child.)



And he's been there through all the events of our lives. And enjoyed every minute.



He likes being the man of the house and doing the manly jobs, such as cutting down the Christmas tree.




And he's there for the others in his life as well. He served as best man for his widowed father at his father's second marriage.




And of course he was proud when our daughter graduated from high school and went on to attend our alma mater for college.




Now he's turning 50. He opted for a fancy gaming laptop to celebrate his birthday instead of a 50th birthday bash. That's his style. I think he's going to enjoy it.



We've been together over half our lives. Happy birthday, my knight in shining armor. I'm looking forward to growing old with you.