Sixty-Two

Yesterday, we celebrated another year of corny jokes and sage advice – and I don’t mean tips on how and when to use the herb. Although with Papa Bender, that wouldn’t be surprising.

The festivities were very similar to last year, including one of the most delicious batches of Mama Bender’s Beef Stroganoff ever made and a hearty helping of Whole Foods carrot cake. PB also won his second consecutive game of Ticket to Ride. I sense a dangerous trend in the making.

We ended the night watching football and falling asleep on the couch. Not much has changed.

Another thing that has stayed the same: how lucky little bro and I are to have such a kind, caring and selfless guy for a dad. A man who is always ready for action, but also knows how to relax.

(Also, the kind of guy who can rock a Mike Ditka mustache and the men’s shorts trends of 1987.)

We love you, Papa B! Here’s to another year of fun memories – and the occasional couch snooze.

Abrazos,