The Music Man

You see this spry young gent? That is my father. This glorious man is celebrating his 60th...(pause for effect), yes 60th Birthday today. Who knew age could look this good? It must be because he has such wonderful children.

We grew up watching 'The Music Man', it's one of my Dad's favorite musicals and in turn, is one of my favorite musicals. I remember listening to the soundtrack in the car on long road trips and watching the movie many times as a family. Some amazing memories are tied to that music. A year or two ago in Relief Society, the teacher began to talk about the movie and it's message and since I instantly smiled and sat up straighter, she asked me if I had ever seen in. "Yes!" I gushed, "I grew up with that movie, I LOVE it". She asked if I would share the storyline with the class. I was sitting on the front row and I turned to face some of the ladies and started with, "So I'm sure most of you have seen the film..." and I raised my hand indicating that if anyone else had seen the movie to have them raise their hand as well.

No one raised their hand.

I said, "...really, no one has seen it?"

Still no hands. In disbelief, I told the story of the Music Man. A man who came to a stubborn little town and gave it music and happiness. Who changed lives and taught people to believe in something better than themselves.

My Dad is my Music Man. He is Harold Hill. I love my Dad. What a marvelous and solid gold man! He is so wise and awesome and hip to the bone. He has made our family strong. Happy Birthday, Dad! Dad...Dad...Daddy-O. Here's to another 60!