Yesterday my Dad turned the ripe young age of 52! Steve and I road tripped it to Grendon Saturday night to celebrate and a lovely weekend eating, sleeping, laughing and eating again in true Trundle family style...
I love being a grown up, my parents no longer try to make me get up in time for church. Steve, Adam and I over slept and walked into The Hope Centre half way through my Dad's (very passionate) talk. Lots of jokes about not being able to control your own Children, and hoping I was delayed by hours of intercession not hair styling ensued but all in good humour.
The afternoon was full of BBQ'd meat, an incredible (!!!) Kous Kous Salad and good friends lounging in our back garden. Dad was spoilt rotten and sat there positively beaming as he ate his second helping of Mum's gorgeous and oh so fattening Pavalova. My Father is never happier than when all three of his children are under his roof and his extended family is around him. He's always talking to the kids and laughing and the latest Birthday card (he does seem to attract very rude ones) and fussing to make sure that everythings there for people to enjoy.
Mum did a stella job of pulling it all together doing her usual trick of running around in the kitchen until absolutely everyone's fed to bursting. I do not know how she pulls it off. It was good to have Steve home with me, he and Dad talked music and recording and Mum asked if she could watch him clean up in his boxers (there is an explanation but I'm going to leave that statement dangling).
I found my own treble recorder and set about showing Steve that I am a musician. Sadly the one instrument I can actually play turns out to be the one he hates (there is no pleasing that man;). As we said our goodbyes Dad suggested Steve put together a demo of my skills, and Steve agreed enthusiastically...
"Of course I'll make a recording live from the back of my car..."
Silence... then my Father went bright red, Mum, Rachel, and Andrew couldn't breath from laughing (Rachel was nearly on the floor) and Steve (realising what he'd just said) look half ashamed, half proud. I've never seen my Dad so speachless, it was a wonderful moment and goes some way to repaying the whole gun fiasco.
All in all it was a great trip. I love you Dad very much! Happy Birthday!