Candles

I had my birthday dinner with my family tonight, and I ended up taking a bunch of pictures. This one is by far my favorite, though. Look at how seriously my dad is lighting my candles.

At some point I want to put into words what I feel when I look at this picture and when I think about my dad, but it's 11pm, and I have work in the morning, and I'm behind, and I can't make the right words come when I'm rushed. 

The problem with that is when will I not feel rushed or on borrowed time?

I'm getting melodramatic and really should stop writing posts for the night.