I can’t believe you’re turning 90 today! But I am so, so grateful to God — and to you — for giving me this day to celebrate.
I think my first memory of you was 30 years ago, when you turned 60 and we celebrated with Kermit the Frog hats. Amazing what sticks in the mind of a kid, eh?
Since that time, I have so many more wonderful recollections of growing up with you. Watching UK basketball and playing with Matchbox cars on the kitchen table. “Crunch-o!”
Marveling at the words you could make in Scrabble, and at the number of books you could read and remember so quickly. The way you’d “neaten up” the pie plate, and your reign over the precise arrangement of the dishwasher.
The love you have for genealogy and family, as well as for travel and exploration. The passion you had for flying and the charm you had — and still have! — that made you a success in business.
The quick, sarcastic wit that boggles my mind to this day. The way you’d peer over your glasses at the TV as you changed the remote. The tuna sandwiches, as only you could make them.
I love everything about you. You are the man to whom all others are compared. When one man could not choose me, you claimed me as yours — your granddaughter who was more like your daughter.
Even though you walked me down the aisle a few years ago, it’s really you who are the love of my life. You are God’s special gift to me, and I am ever thine.
Happy birthday, Popaw.
Thank you, God, for this day.