Four score and seven years ago today, my grandfather was born. We spent Sunday afternoon (his birthday eve) with him and other extended family. We had a great time catching up, hearing about things that have changed over the past few years. His town now has three (3!) stop lights, and the road in front of the house, and the access road to his driveway, are both paved. We looked through some photo albums too. (Nice hairdoo mom!) There’s nothing like spending time with family.
Happy Birthday Grandad! I love you!