Eighty-one.
Today is my granddaddy’s 81st birthday and it’s no secret how much he means to me. I love him more than I can say. He’s one of those rare people who aren’t just happy for you, or sad for you—but instead, with you. People often comment to me on my close relationship with my grandparents. I wish everyone had a grandmother and a granddaddy like me. I really do.
Thank you, Granddaddy, for loving me so well. For all the times you’ve listened to me pour my heart out. For the wheel barrel rides and magic kisses when I was little. For the adventures and stories. For living out your faith and loving Grandmother so much. For fighting for me and refusing to be anything but a constant presence in my life. For the Sunday suppers in college and the long talks. For still making me say, “hip hip hooray, it’s a wonderful day!” in the mornings, even though I’m 28 years old. For the way you inspire Aaron. For the way you light up around Elijah.
You are one of my greatest blessings and I love you so very much. Happy birthday.
Love,
Sambo
