Yesterday was my Babbo's ("Daddy" in Florence) birthday. When I called there was no one home, so I can hope that he and my mother were out celebrating.
I feel that I still have so much to learn from him and my mother, and I can't wait for this summer when they will make the long drive from Maryland to Orr's Island again. Not a day goes by that I don't wish they lived closer, but sunny Maryland's winters are much more forgiving, and, as my mom is fond of saying, they "can't live where they vacation."
So, happy birthday Babbo! I love you very much, and we'll be sure to have Birthday: Part Deux (or trois or quatre) in July!
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