We celebrated this precious man in October. He's just a few days over 50... and spry as ever. He doesn't listen really well and tells us often that we are supposed to let him talk because he's almost 90. I hope he lives to be much older than 90. I cannot imagine my days without his stories. I cannot imagine my children without his laughs. And I know that my boy has been forever changed by this Godly man. Lord knows he's taught me more in my 32 years than I'll ever be able to put into words. Sometimes Hayes will hear me talking about him and I occasionally call him Percy. Hayes corrects me with a quickness and tells me to call him Pop.
Any guesses on how many times we had to blow out those candles?!