Tribute

Today is my dad's birthday—what would have been number eighty-three.

I wasn't sure exactly how to observe the day, but I wanted to do something in his honor.

So tonight, over a dinner that included one of his favorite foods—soup—Zach and I toasted him with his favorite drink.

We looked heavenward, raised our glasses in his name, and each took a swig of Caffeine-free Diet Coke.