My Dad came over to America to escape war-torn Greece when he was 16 years old, speaking very little English, more handsome than Laurence Olivier.
He mixed his own personal philosophies with ancient Greek sensibilities and to this day, never fails to entertain & enlighten all fortunate enough to cross his path.
He had the good luck to meet & marry my Mom, and they have been together since they were in their twenties. A reward for a life well lived? I believe, yes.
Today is his 79th birthday... There is an old teaching that dictates that the unborn soul chooses the parents it needs to learn from, not certain which religion or faith this came from, but I know, I chose wisely.
Happy birthday, Daddy!
(shown here last month with Daisy, my sister's parakeet)