Happy Birthday, Daddy! You look pretty good for at 65-year-old stressed out architect! ;-D
It’s an amazing feat, my dad’s life is. Growing up privileged with a General for a dad and a princess for a mom. Sent off to study abroad and came back to make a name for himself as one of the most respected architects in the country. Brought all of us up more or less unscathed and worked his butt off to keep it all that way.
And now, at the age where a lot of Americans retire and live an easy life, Daddy is still wheeling and dealing, designing beautiful landmark resorts all over Thailand…and the UAE, leading up the charge of the international tsunami memorial design competition, and taking care of my mom.
I mean, seriously. The hardest working man I’ve ever known. In all of my life, I don’t think I’ve seen dad go to bed before 1 a.m. (Given, dad’s office is pretty much a home office–it’s one of the 3 attached town homes that are our house.) And he always has a marathon sleep in on Sundays. With all the hours that he works, I never once felt abandoned by him, let’s just put it that way. He’d take us with him on his business trips. I went solo with him many times to inspect sites or surveying lands. My brothers never quite got into that, but I did.
I inherit both the late-nighter AND the marathon sleeper genes. Oh, and the early grey hair too. I did get a bit of his artistic ability but nowhere close. Sense of humor? Where do you think I get all of these clowning achievements from?
Nonetheless, I don’t think I could ever measure up to him. His hard work and creativity is inspirational. His love for us, in his own way, blows my mind.
Anyway. I’m getting all emotional here. So I’d better stop…and get back to writing a preface for dad’s tsunami memorial book right now. LOL.
Procrastination. Now, I think I get THAT from my mom. Hehe. 😉