Here he is on his 81st birthday.
March 5, 1929 he was born into this world.
- This man is complex.
- He has more intelligence and determination than most people can shake a stick at.
- He is well versed in so many trades.
- A thinker.
- A doer.
- He built he and my Mom-mommie's house by himself never having built a house before.
- He started and ran a record store business for 30 plus years with my Mom-mommie.
- His name is synonomous with work.
- He struggles with idle time on his hands.
- Perhaps this is why at 81 years old with macular degeneration stealing almost all of his sight, he rarely is still.
- He's a dancer.
- A lover of music.
- A feeler of rhythm.
- He taught me how to dance at about 3 years old as I stood atop his feet while the music glided us across the room.
We have the same golden moss eyes.
I decided to hijack Mollye
from daycare on his birthday so that she, the boys, and myself could bring him some birthday cake. I made this cake
, of course.
Here's Mollye sitting in a big girl seat scarfing down some cake; that girl can put it away. I kinda actually see a resemblence to Dad-daddy through the eyes in this picture. I've never spotted it before until now.
Eli G. rockin' the "I'm too cool to not give you the silly face" for a picture. The cup he is drinking out of was my cousin Aaron's color-coded tupperware cup at my grandparents home.
Remember the old school tupperware?
Did your family color-code?
The 4 cousins were color-coded at my house, my grandparent's house and my aunt's house.
Bryan: brown and blue (at whichever house had blue tupperware)
Casey Mac in the cake aftermath. It seems Mom-mommie and Dad-daddy had some blue tupperware.
Here's the bear piddling with a little ole school Monkeys in a Barrel action. I love watching the boys and Mollye play with the toys that were at my grandparent's home when we were little.
(The rock wall you see there...my Dad-daddy completely made that on his own. Master tradesman, I tell you.)
The Face playing with one of my brother's and cousin's tractors from back in the day.
And this would be the only shot I was able to capture of the three great-grandchildren with Dad-daddy.
That's all I have to say.
Mollye and Dad-daddy.
It seems Casey went into recovery mode afterall. Alas, an 81 year old had a lapse in eye contact.
Geez, Mollye and Dad-daddy.
And this last picture is such a precious keeper.
This is Mollye playing with (my mom)
her grandmother's Shirley Temple doll from when she was a little girl.
Mollye playing with Mollye's doll.
I can only imagine what mom would do with these 3 rugrats if she were here.
I can only imagine...
My Dad-daddy is so many things wonderful and good.
It was on this day, two months and a day ago, I wanted to make sure to take time out of my life to celebrate his even if it was for just a bit.
81 years old.
Kinda a dream of mine...