Rita Wilson celebrated Tom Hanks’ birthday with a sweet Instagram post. She shared a heartfelt message alongside a photo, marking both his special day and their 36 years together. Fans showered Hanks with love, though a few couldn’t help but notice something about his look in the photo.
As Tom Hanks celebrated his 68th birthday, his wife of 36 years, Rita Wilson, took to Instagram with a heartfelt tribute. She shared a touching post featuring a recent photo of Hanks standing proudly in front of an impressive record collection and vintage record player.
The Forrest Gump star was showered with love from his wife. Rita Wilson, 67, marked his special day with a sweet and loving message on Instagram.
“🌸🎂🎊 Happy Birthday to my love! 🎊🎂🌸 You made the world a better place the day you were born. You bring joy wherever you go. You are the bringer of laughs, a lover of vehicles, or pretty much anything, shaped like a round bath tub. The bookshelves in our house shout from their bindings your love of history and the unexpectedly romantic Maeve Binchy,” she wrote.
“You get as much pleasure from recording your radio show @bossradio66 as you do from listening to any kind of surf music on vinyl. @tcm is your go to channel any time of day or night. Your patience for our kids harassing you about your ignorance of pop culture is admirable. We love you. I love you. So much and every day. 🌸💕🌸,” Rita added.
Tom Hanks was flooded with birthday wishes and compliments, showing just how much love and respect he’s earned over the years. Along with fans, plenty of celebrities chimed in to celebrate, including Julia Roberts. The actress, who worked with Hanks on Larry Crowne, left a sweet message in the comments of Rita Wilson’s post. “Yes! Happy Birthday Tom,” wrote Roberts. “So happy you were born.”
But also, fans showered the actor with comments like: “The coolest man alive,” one fan wrote. Another appreciated Rita’s tribute to her husband, “Happy Birthday Tom! What a sweet and loving wish from your beautiful wife. May you have many more incredible years ahead of you and thanks for sharing your talent/art with all of us, your adoring fans.” And also, “He truly is a gift to the world…as are you, Rita!”
However, many people online noticed a slight change in the appearance of the actor, which is normal given that he had just turned 68 with one user stating, “I cannot believe he is almost in his 70s,” surprised by the actor’s age. Another wrote, “I would have sworn he was older! Not because he looks or acts it particularly but it just feels like he’s been around forever.”
Rita paid a sweet tribute to her husband a few months ago when they celebrated their 36th anniversary.
I DIDN’T GET WHY MY BEST STUDENT REFUSED TO PERFORM IN THE SCHOOL CONCERT — UNTIL I SAW WHO HIS DAD WAS
The auditorium buzzed with the expectant energy of parents and students, a sea of faces eager for the school’s annual concert. I stood backstage, a knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach. Jay, my prodigy, my star pupil, was nowhere to be found.
When I first met Jay, I was a fresh-faced music teacher, barely a week into my new role. The reality of wrangling a classroom of energetic children had quickly shattered my romanticized notions of teaching. I’d begun to question my career choice, wondering if I’d made a terrible mistake.
Then Jay sat at the piano. His small hands, seemingly too delicate for the instrument, moved with a surprising confidence. The music that flowed from him was breathtaking, a complex symphony that belied his age and lack of formal training. He was a natural, a raw talent that shone like a diamond in the rough.
I offered him private lessons, eager to nurture his gift. He hesitated, his eyes darting away, and eventually declined. I noticed his solitary nature, his avoidance of the other children, and a sense of unease settled within me. I suspected there was more to Jay’s quiet demeanor than met the eye.
Determined to help him, I offered to teach him without charge. Over the following weeks, we spent hours together, exploring the world of music. Jay absorbed knowledge like a sponge, mastering complex pieces with an almost uncanny speed. He was ready, more than ready, for his debut performance.
But on the day of the concert, he vanished. I searched frantically, my anxiety escalating with each passing minute. Finally, I found him huddled backstage, his small frame trembling, his eyes wide with fear.
“Jay, what’s wrong?” I asked, my voice gentle.
He whispered, his voice choked with terror, “I have to go on… before my father sees me!”
“Why?” I asked, confused. “Why wouldn’t your father want to see you play?”
His eyes widened, and he looked over my shoulder. I turned, and the breath hitched in my throat.
Standing at the entrance to the backstage area was a man I recognized all too well: Richard Thorne, the renowned concert pianist, a man whose name was synonymous with musical genius. He was also Jay’s father.
Richard Thorne was a legend, a figure I had admired from afar for years. His performances were legendary, his technique flawless. But his reputation was also marred by whispers of a cold, demanding perfectionism, a relentless pursuit of excellence that left little room for human frailty.
Suddenly, Jay’s fear, his reluctance to perform, his solitary nature, all made sense. He wasn’t just a talented child; he was the son of a musical titan, a man who likely held his son to impossibly high standards.
Richard’s gaze landed on Jay, and his expression was unreadable. He strode towards us, his presence filling the small backstage area.
“Jay,” he said, his voice low and commanding, “what are you doing here?”
Jay shrank back, his eyes filled with terror. “I… I was going to play,” he stammered.
Richard’s eyes narrowed. “You were going to play? Without my permission?”
“I… I wanted to,” Jay whispered.
Richard’s expression hardened. “You are not ready,” he said, his voice laced with disdain. “You are not even close.”
Jay’s shoulders slumped, his face crumpling with disappointment. I felt a surge of anger, a protective instinct rising within me.
“Richard,” I said, my voice firm, “Jay is incredibly talented. He’s been working hard, and he’s ready to share his gift.”
Richard turned to me, his eyes cold. “You presume to know my son better than I do?”
“I know he loves music,” I said, my voice unwavering. “And I know he deserves a chance to express himself.”
A tense silence filled the air. Richard’s gaze shifted back to Jay, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of something in his eyes, a hint of vulnerability.
“Jay,” he said, his voice softer, “if you truly want to play, then play. But you must understand, you will be judged. You will be compared. And you must be prepared for that.”
Jay looked at his father, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and determination. He nodded, his small frame straightening.
“I’m ready,” he said, his voice barely a whisper, but filled with a quiet strength.
Richard stepped aside, allowing Jay to pass. Jay walked onto the stage, his footsteps echoing in the hushed auditorium. He sat at the piano, his hands trembling slightly.
Then, he began to play.
The music that filled the auditorium was breathtaking. It was Jay’s music, his interpretation, his soul poured into every note. It was not a perfect performance, not a flawless rendition of a master’s work. But it was beautiful, raw, and filled with a passion that resonated with every soul in the room.
When he finished, the auditorium erupted in applause. Richard Thorne stood at the back of the room, his face unreadable. But as Jay walked off the stage, Richard reached out and placed a hand on his son’s shoulder.
“You played well,” he said, his voice low. “But you can do better.”
Jay looked up at his father, his eyes filled with a quiet understanding. He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. He knew that his journey had just begun, and he knew that he had the strength to face whatever challenges lay ahead. He had found his voice, and he would not be silenced.
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