two months and a day

Meet Dad-daddy.

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.

Meghan: yellow

Adam: orange

Aaron: green

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.