Today, our family celebrates another birthday of a very special man.  Grandpa Beitler (Tim’s maternal grandfather) turns 94 years young…and I do mean young.  At 94 , he continues to amaze us all with his active lifestyle and insanely accurate memory for the most minute details of the last almost-century.  We celebrated over the weekend and while the sweet cake was made for Grandpa, it was the rest of us that were treated with his stories of days and years past.

As we lost Grandma this summer and gathered for her funeral over the July 4th holiday, I am thankful that we were, as a family, able to spend so much time together.  We all feel so blessed to have had such a wonderful example of a long, happy and faithful marriage.

And for our children to know your love as well…

We live for your stories.  Stories of your youth.  And of war.  The stories seem more frequent lately and we all literally sit at your feet and soak up every detail…and we marvel at your memory of time and place.

Tim and I feel blessed to live near you and see you so often.  You come to ball games and sit in the heat.  And you take stats on tball and softball like it was a high school game.  I wonder if you will ever know how much these little moments mean to us…and to Evie and Trenton.

Happy 94th Grandpa….blow out your candles!