A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again. ~Enid Bagnold
The secret of staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age. ~Lucille Ball
Sherman made the terrible discovery that men make about their fathers sooner or later... that the man before him was not an aging father but a boy, a boy much like himself, a boy who grew up and had a child of his own and, as best he could, out of a sense of duty and, perhaps love, adopted a role called Being a Father so that his child would have something mythical and infinitely important: a Protector, who would keep a lid on all the chaotic and catastrophic possibilities of life. ~Tom Wolfe, The Bonfire of the Vanities
Just remember, once you're over the hill you begin to pick up speed. ~Charles Schulz
Dad, your guiding hand on my shoulder will remain with me forever. ~Author Unknown
Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional. ~Chili Davis
It kills you to see them grow up. But I guess it would kill you quicker if they didn't. ~Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams
A birthday is just the first day of another 365-day journey around the sun. Enjoy the trip. ~Author Unknown
Henry James once defined life as that predicament which precedes death, and certainly nobody owes you a debt of honor or gratitude for getting him into that predicament. But a child does owe his father a debt, if Dad, having gotten him into this peck of trouble, takes off his coat and buckles down to the job of showing his son how best to crash through it. ~Clarence Budington Kelland
Spread the diaper in the position of the diamond with you at bat. Then fold second base down to home and set the baby on the pitcher's mound. Put first base and third together, bring up home plate and pin the three together. Of course, in case of rain, you gotta call the game and start all over again. ~Jimmy Piersal, on how to diaper a baby, 1968
Youth is a wonderful thing. What a crime to waste it on children. ~George Bernard Shaw
Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time. ~Jean Paul Richter
I'm sixty years of age. That's 16 Celsius. ~George Carlin, Brain Droppings, 1997
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