Last Thursday, we had a little surprise birthday bash for Gramps. We had a nice little group of people over, some seniors, some not seniors, and enjoyed a delicious brunch courtesy of my Mother. Wes and I got to play waiter and waitress.
Gramps did a great job as the birthday boy, gave a few speeches and opened his birthday presents in front of us all so we could oooh and ahh and eat some of his cookies.
Today Grampa turns eighty-five. I am very thankful for the years we have had with him and for the memories we have made. I still chuckle at so many of those memories we made on our last road trip with them, joy unspeakable still being a highlight.
So many verses come to mind when I think of him but I think I’ll sign off with this one. Gray hair is a crown of splendor; it is attained by a righteous life.