My old man is an old man...

I have done it! To my elation, I have finished the song that I have set out to write with a few hours to spare. I had promised myself last year on my dad's birthday that I would write him a song for his 50th, and, by George, I did just that. Sure, it took me a while to get to it and actually come up with the melody and lyrics, but once I caught onto something good and worthwhile it is difficult to let go. Filled with many failures at attempts, I am now glad to be rid of anxiety the likes I have not known for the longest times. I think he might like it. My father is not exactly the sentimental type. Oh sure, he enjoys a lot of things and appreciates it when you do something classic for him, but he mainly appreciates any sort of gesture whether they be big or small. That's what I love about him: his simplicity. As complex as he is, he is not hard to figure out or please.

Now that he's turned 50, there's nowhere else really to go. Man, my father has lived one hell of a life, and he's not even done yet. He's been to many places in the globe and he's told my siblings and I countless stories of his childhood and travels. Every single story had a lesson to be learned, of course, it wouldn't be much of a "father" story if it didn't. My mother has planned a surprise birthday party for him tomorrow and he has no clue. There are, apparently, 50 or so people who have agreed to show up in order to celebrate this momentous event with my father. Fancy that. There'll be people there that he knows through his own interactions or through the interactions of his constituents such as myself and my siblings. It should be one fun party. At least I won't have to clean up afterwards, seeing as we are not holding it at our house.

But, wish me luck on Saturday. I am planning on playing this song in front of everybody present. I certainly hope that I do not choke when I play it (choke because of nervousness, of course, not because of swelling emotions rising from within). I'll practice all day Saturday and write out the music so that I am adequately prepared. After, I will obviously rewrite and rewrite until the song is perfect. Only then would I feel confident enough to publish it online or even attempt to record it. So, wish me luck...and wish my father a happy 50th birthday!