Ok, I'll admit it. I'm no good at sharing. (It's me, Kikita, again.)
I'm not really sure how it happened, perhaps those first three years of my life while I was an only child really stuck with me and I simply never got used to the idea of sharing anything . . .
And (as you may have noticed) I LOVE being the center of attention. Perhaps I was an only child in another life and have never fully recovered. (Not that I don't love my siblings – but that's beside the point)
Kikita, WHAT IS THE POINT?
The point is that my birthday has a tendency to fall on or around Father's Day. I know, tragic. This means that the one day (or week, or month) I have a right to demand the spotlight, my dad also has the right to demand the spotlight . . . and, seriously, who likes sharing the spotlight?
So this year, I politely told my Dad, "I love you, but I'm not sharing."
And here's the cool part, he understood perfectly. Which is really rather humbling (well, it would be if I was the humble type =D). He (also a first-born) is so selfless, he didn't mind that I didn't want to do a big Father's Day thing because I'd be too busy beginning my birthday party-ing.
Which is SO sweet! He really is such a thoughtful, caring, adoring person. I'm honored that he still likes being my Dad and if I have to share my birthday with someone, I'm glad it's him.
(Granted, not honored or glad enough to have bothered getting a card this year, but I'm showing up for breakfast and I DID write this post . . .)
Anyway, HAPPY FATHER'S DAY, DAD! I LOVE YOU!
Side note: To all my honorary father figures out there: I love you guys too, but I'm not sharing! Happy Father's Day!