
This past weekend my grandfather turned eighty. The whole family got together to celebrate this milestone with him.

He was a very good sport and donned a birthday hat with the great-grandkids… and left his on long after they had removed theirs…
My nephew was a good sport too with the hat, for a minute or two…

I love this shot where they are trying to make the baby “mysteriously” join in the picture with the older girls, except E points out that while her dad may be hidden, his hat is not.
The baby contributes her first creative work to the gifts…
…while Momaw reads the cards.
Baby C tries his first Ted Drewe’s…
No matter how often they hug him, they can never love him more than he adores them. And we (the generation before) understand just how fortunate our children are to have the Popaw that we had as children for yet another generation. For this, we are all so lucky. Happy Eightieth. You can take that hat off now…