My grandpa turned 81 this week.
Eighty-one! That's SO old!!
My grandpa is the light of my life. I've lived with him since...well since before I was born. AFter my grandma died, my mom volunteered to take my grandpa in, and it has been the best thing she's ever done...well, besides giving birth to me. My grandpa loves me and my little sister more than he loves anyone else...shhhhh, don't tell! He cares about us, and is so proud of us for anything we do. He comes to see my plays at least 2 times, he goes to every one of my sister's swim meets, and he tells us at least 4,903,834,920 times how proud of us he is. (that sounded sort of like yoda)
everyone loves grandpa dale. all the cute girls in our neighborhood come over and ask him to tell them stories, and some of the younger ones think he's santa claus.
see for yourself:
isn't he the cutest!?
MY grandpa is the best story-teller i've ever known.
He told us stories about Smokey the bear, and his best friend Robspierre, and he sings us songs about berglur boys, swimming in the nile, or cream o' wheat.
WAtching bob hope movies with my grandpa beats all, too.
I can sing or play for him anytime, and he'll listen and tell me i'm the best in the world.
I love my grandpa because he's the best in the world.
Happy Birthday grandpa!
I love you so much!
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