Not that many years I go I was looking forward to my tenth birthday. It was a big one – double digits – and my Dad, the love of my life was taking me out on a big girl date.
I remember EVERY detail, the restaurant, what we ordered, how my mother chose that day to cut all of my hair off to just ¼ inch around. I looked like a boy. A boy in military school. I was crestfallen.
There was no way I could go out to dinner looking like THAT. Here’s where the cool, “Dad’s really are Superheros” part comes in. When Dad came home and saw the follicle carnage he did a visable recoil. Then, as I burst into tears he came right over, got on one knee and said, “I don’t care what your hair looks like. I am still taking the most beautiful girl in the world out and I will be proud to have you on my arm.” Luckily that was before pre-teens wore mascara.
So off we went, to a very nice restaurant with white tablecloths and napkins. The waitstaff fawned all over me. I had on a red velvet dress and a corsage from my Dad – white carnations – and if I’m real still I can still smell them.
We had coffee before dinner – it was a really grown up thing to do, and he sang the lyrics: “I love coffee, I love tea, I love the Java Jive and it loves me…” Of course that sent me into paroxyms of giggles – Java Jive – to me that sounded so silly.
That was a pretty memorable birthday. As my friend Joe likes to say, “a Zenith moment”.
I’ll never forget that night and how a Father’s love could turn a geeky prepubescent dweeb into a Princess. That’s when I learned about magic!
So? No matter how your day starts, know that it can always finish well… sometimes all it takes is a little… magic!!!!!!!!
-- I wrote and posted this last year. It's a nice reminder about magic and the fella that taught me about it.