tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550315839527219940.post6161644099637421113..comments2023-10-11T02:43:45.437-07:00Comments on CASAMURPHY: It's My Party and I'll Die if I Want ToLaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11202742050661813668noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550315839527219940.post-53188306777443592812010-02-05T17:20:44.004-08:002010-02-05T17:20:44.004-08:00I read that many boys today grow up with no idea h...I read that many boys today grow up with no idea how to tie a tie. I did only since I had to wear one every day of h.s., but my dad may have worn one a handful of times I saw him as I grew up, being a flannel shirt lunchpail fellow for his hands-on clanking work. Now, I hear many boys also lack knowing how to tie a tie-- as they have no father around to show them.<br /><br />So, despite the mixed blessings of matrimony, at least thanks to me, you've never had to learn that sartorial skill. In this way at least may I ease your considerable domestic burden with a rare example of manual dexterity. <br /><br />I hope this birthday reminds you of the joys of parenthood. It's humbling to know that in engendering the next generation, we "naturally" seem to then wither, having done our duty, the procreation that at its inception we have no idea, literally, no conception, that it has occurred.<br /><br />The "miracle of life" continues even as we organisms lack any control over its emergence. Weeds persist, babies defy the most spermicidal of applications, and parents continue to watch their children grow as their bodies wax and ours wane. In that acceptance, we find a lesson of perpetuity, and a humbling of our own youthful dreams, tempered by our own life's miracles, necessities, and wisdom.<br /><br />Cumpleanos feliz, mi querida esposa. xxx meJohn L. Murphy / "Fionnchú"https://www.blogger.com/profile/16616876266772470719noreply@blogger.com