Tonight, there was a celebration for my dad’s 70th birthday.
And right before it was time for cake, I gave a short speech highlighting seven things I learned from him.
The first six were concrete lessons—things he said or did that really helped me navigate life in a better way.
The last lesson, however, was one that only just started making sense to me tonight as I was preparing the speech.
And it’s the one line he has said time and again that he wants to have engraved on his tombstone: “I was only here for the cake.”
I’ve thought about this line on and off over the years and have pretty quickly submitted to mystery—leaving the expression as an open loop that I could curiously ponder from time to time.
And then when I imagined looking around at this celebration of my dad’s 70th revolution around the sun: eating good food, sipping champagne, and having cake… it started to make sense.
Because in many ways, cake was not something that was given to my dad throughout his life—cake was something he had to work really damn hard for.
And so as we were all sharing each other’s company and enjoying a wonderful night out, I concluded my speech by encouraging everyone to… eat the damn cake.
Because life happens fast—and if we can’t enjoy the cake every now and again, what are we working so damn hard for?
HBD, Dad. And cheers to many more lessons and beautiful years :)
P.s. You can read my complete speech here: 7 Lessons From My Dad, Read To Him At His 70th Birthday Party.