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Happy Birthday, Papa Bahl!!!

My sister had the brilliant idea to throw an impromptu birthday party at 11:11a.m. on 11-11-11 in honor of our dad who died when we were young. Dad would have been 58 years old today.

I think about him often, wonder if I'm like him in any way. Curious as to whether or not his hair would have turned white like his dad's did.

Brennen asked me today if I knew what genes he got from his Papa Bahl:) Ummm, I guess this is a question one should expect when anatomy and physiology was the topic of science last year. I said I wasn't quite sure, but that he was a handsome man.

We lit sparklers, sang happy birthday to the sky at the top of our lungs, and ate molten chocolate cupcakes. We're a crazy bunch, but I think he already knew that:)

Mom tells us that dad was a hairy man who could easily grow a mustache at a moments notice. She said that he would leave on a trip with his facial hair one way and come home days later sporting a whole new look. Much to the delight of his young children, I'm sure.

Love you Daddy...I hope we are making you proud.