Today, I am grateful for this man. Today, I am grateful for what he poured into my life through his gentle, quiet spirit. Today, I am grateful for what he offered me: a place to always come home to, an anchor to my soul.
Today, he would have turned 90. It’s been 10 years since he passed. It still feels like it was just yesterday when I could walk through my grandparents’ front doors and find him sitting in his chair, as he always did, watching the news.
But when I walked in his brows rose up in delight. His blue gray eyes brimmed with joy. A smile spread across his face. The news was no longer depressing signs of things to come. Instead, his granddaughter had returned and his day just got a so much brighter. He thought that way about all his grandkids.
Today, I am grateful he lived well into my adult years so I could know him and talk with him and learn from him. Today, I’m grateful for my Papa.
Today, when I look into my daughter’s eyes, I can see them taking on a blue gray shade. Her daddy’s eyes are blue, so that’s no surprise. But when I look at her, I see a little bit of my Papa looking back at me. And I am grateful.
This is his legacy; this is our anchor. This is love.
Happy Birthday, Papa!