60 Years Young

Back on July 1 of last year, my Poppa and Granny celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary. Nine months and 26 days later, my father is celebrating his 60th birthday.

Happy Birthday, Daddy!


Robert E. Baxter, Sr. holding Robert E. Baxter, Jr. Or, my Poppa holding my Daddy.


Daddy with his two sisters, Aunt Sherry and Aunt Janny


My Daddy, proof that nerds find love. I mean, my Mom was cool!


I think he still has this sweatsuit...


Always patient, always teaching, or, always sending us to Mom...


And Daddy and his sisters, all growsed up.

I am a Daddy's Girl. My Daddy is the greatest. I know everyone says that, but I had a unique growing up experience. He was there for everything--band, academic team matches, school field trips, all that stuff. He is a consulting geophysicist and works for himself, which means that he made his own schedule. I always felt special because my Daddy could be at everything, even though I had to put on that "why do you guys have to come to EVERYTHING!" attitude by the time I hit intermediate high school. When I went to college, he spent a little over a year and a half in Saudi Arabia working, and no matter how much I love my Mom, it never seemed the same coming home for weekends without Daddy there. My Daddy hates sweaters, but when I bought him one he wore it, just because I asked him to. Everytime I call home and he answers, he immediately asks, "What's wrong?" just waiting to fix something for me, or at least try.

So, Happy Birthday, Daddy! Your Star loves you.