Today is Pappy's birthday. I can't remember if he would have been 93 or 94. But either way, I miss him. I miss his laugh. I miss the way he'd always call me and tell me to be careful. I miss his silly stories and the way he remembered that I "went all the way down the mall to buy him coffee". I miss him talking about the time he nearly poured the entire box of baking soda in the Christmas cookies. I miss his harmonica playing. I miss seeing him ride his lawn mower all over the yard and pulling up to the kitchen window and asking for a hamburger. I miss him.
Happy Birthday Pappy. I'm sure if there are balloons, streamers and birthday cakes in heaven, you've found them and are having yourself one heck of a party. I love you!
