Thinking of Herbie

Today would have—should have—been my dad’s 85th birthday.

If he were here, he would have wanted to celebrate very simply: by having his annual guilt-free birthday eggs for breakfast, maybe seeing an old friend for lunch, enjoying a slew of birthday calls, and, most importantly, spending time with his family.

He was a master of appreciating the little things that are really the big things. I hope I never forget his example.