two months and a day

Meet Dad-daddy.

Here he is on his 81st birthday.

March 5, 1929 he was born into this world.

• This man is complex.
• He has more intelligence and determination than most people can shake a stick at.
• He is well versed in so many trades.
• A thinker.
• A doer.
• He built he and my Mom-mommie's house by himself never having built a house before.
• He started and ran a record store business for 30 plus years with my Mom-mommie.
• His name is synonomous with work.
• He struggles with idle time on his hands.
• Perhaps this is why at 81 years old with macular degeneration stealing almost all of his sight, he rarely is still.
• He's a dancer.
• A lover of music.
• A feeler of rhythm.
• He taught me how to dance at about 3 years old as I stood atop his feet while the music glided us across the room.

We have the same golden moss eyes.

I decided to hijack Mollye from daycare on his birthday so that she, the boys, and myself could bring him some birthday cake. I made this cake, of course.

Here's Mollye sitting in a big girl seat scarfing down some cake; that girl can put it away. I kinda actually see a resemblence to Dad-daddy through the eyes in this picture. I've never spotted it before until now.

Eli G. rockin' the "I'm too cool to not give you the silly face" for a picture. The cup he is drinking out of was my cousin Aaron's color-coded tupperware cup at my grandparents home.

Remember the old school tupperware?

Did your family color-code?

The 4 cousins were color-coded at my house, my grandparent's house and my aunt's house.

Meghan: yellow

Adam: orange

Aaron: green

Bryan: brown and blue (at whichever house had blue tupperware)

Casey Mac in the cake aftermath. It seems Mom-mommie and Dad-daddy had some blue tupperware.
Here's the bear piddling with a little ole school Monkeys in a Barrel action. I love watching the boys and Mollye play with the toys that were at my grandparent's home when we were little.

(The rock wall you see there...my Dad-daddy completely made that on his own. Master tradesman, I tell you.)
The Face playing with one of my brother's and cousin's tractors from back in the day.
And this would be the only shot I was able to capture of the three great-grandchildren with Dad-daddy.

Geez, Casey.

That's all I have to say.

Mollye and Dad-daddy.
It seems Casey went into recovery mode afterall. Alas, an 81 year old had a lapse in eye contact.

Geez, Dad-daddy.

Geez, Mollye and Dad-daddy.

Eli, thankyouverymuch.

And this last picture is such a precious keeper.
This is Mollye playing with (my mom) her grandmother's Shirley Temple doll from when she was a little girl.

Mollye playing with Mollye's doll.

I can only imagine what mom would do with these 3 rugrats if she were here.

I can only imagine...

My Dad-daddy is so many things wonderful and good.

Driven.

Creative.

Honest.

Wise.

Innovative.

It was on this day, two months and a day ago, I wanted to make sure to take time out of my life to celebrate his even if it was for just a bit.

81 years old.

Kinda a dream of mine...

.mac :)