Gramps

That is what my son calls my father-in-law, Gramps. He is also known as Bob, or Dad. Tomorrow is his birthday, so I thought I would write a post in honor of the occasion.

I met Dad 24 years ago when I was dating his son. He flew himself, his wife and two daughters to El Paso in a blizzard. They didn't actually get to land in El Paso, but that is a different story. The next time I saw him was six months later, when he flew to El Paso for our wedding. A month later, my new hubby and I went to Minnesota for a reception and our honeymoon to the Boundary Waters, with my new in-laws and another couple. (Yes, I went on my honeymoon with my in-laws. They made us put our tent far away from the other two.)

Bob has five kids and ten grandkids, and family is the most important thing to him. He has set a wonderful example for all of us. He is the most honest man I have ever known. He is a charter member of his church and has spent thousands of hours volunteering there. He also volunteers for Habitat for Humanity and probably other places I am not even aware of. His generosity is amazing.





That's him with my son on the left, and with his first ever granddaughter on the right. He and Grandma flew to El Paso shortly after they were each born. In fact, they flew to El Paso a lot. Also, to Oklahoma every year for my daughter's dance recital. Which is why there are a lot of pictures like this around.



In short, Gramps has been a kind and benevolent patriarch, fun to be around, and easy to talk to. So Dad, I hope you have a great birthday and many more to come. We love you!