Happy Birthday Daddy!

Today four generations celebrated my Dad's 83rd birthday (which was actually yesterday) at a Redhawks Baseball game. Born in 1926 in Oklahoma, he grew up in the Dust Bowl and Depression, the youngest of 10 children. He has one sister still living who is 84 and a sister-in-law who is 90. I have a lot to learn about those times and the people it shaped . . .

I've had the luxury of growing up with wonderful families on both sides of my family tree, and I'm thankful for that blessing.

Here's my Dad's great-grandson, Eli (with his Oklahoma Sooner Baseball hat on OF COURSE), taking it all in at the ballpark.

I love my Dad. I love my family.