Today is my Grandpa's birthday.He is 85! It's a pretty big accomplishment, if you ask me!
The boys each made him a card. Henry added in a $2 bill to his card so that Grandpa could "buy himself a treat". He decided that the best thing was to invest it in Henry's savings account!
He sure is a good Great Grandpa to my boys.
As soon as we walk in the door he gets the animal crackers out for them--a bag of vanilla and a bag of chocolate. They always get so wound up and excited when we are there, but if I dare try to get after them, he gets after me. He says they are just being boys and to leave them be.
I love going out to visit him. I love the stories he tells--about when he was younger and when my dad was younger. He always tells me what a good life he has had--he says he may have made some mistakes, but he wouldn't change a thing about it.
He's not really one that shies away from talking about when he dies--always very matter-of-factly. I use to get really upset about it. (I just don't feel like I have gotten to spend enough time with him yet, but I'm desperately working on that.)
Really, though, I hope that when I'm 85 I can look back and say that I've lived the very best life I could. I think if you feel like that, you can just be at peace with what is ahead of you and just enjoy your life.
He's assured me that he's not planning on leaving me anytime soon, although I do think he is eager to meet back up with my grandma!
I love him and we are lucky to have him.
