Busy, busy, busy and always on the go it seems.
This past Sunday, the craziness culminated with a very important event: the celebration of my stepfather's 90th birthday.
90 years of life...
90 years of family...
90 years of jobs, of friends, of holidays.
90 years of love, of cars, of service to your country.
90 years of vacations, of building houses, of Sunday dinners.
90 years of Sunday crossword puzzles, of Tom Clancy novels, of cheering on the Chicago Bears.
So while my past few weeks may have been a whirlwind, I can only imagine how his past 90 years seem to him.
Happy birthday, Papa!