Boy....75 years is a long time....Happy Birthday, Daddy.

That's right.....believe it or not, that good looking, hunk of a man, is 3/4 of a century old. Now that's a load of years to celebrate cinco de mayo....and he doesn't even know a single word of spanish!! :)

My kids enjoyed some time with their "PawPaw", a few weekends back, helping plant the garden. Something, I'm certain, will become a complete lost art in their generation.

• And I am ever so thankful my Dad is still around to help teach them the finer side of using, and more importantly, feeling God's dirt.

I know I'm the baby of the family, but I think my Daddy's somebody real special. Maybe it's because the older I get, the more he reminds me of my PawPaw, his father. And that man, well, I thought he was more esteemed than Moses himself. In my eyes, as well as many others, there has never been a better man.

• I bet that's what my baby girl will say about her PawPaw one day too.

I read this quote and it certainly resounds truth to my ears:

"By the time a man realizes that maybe his father was right, he usually has a son who thinks he's wrong." ~~Charles Wadsworth

My Daddy isn't always a man of many words. But even in his silence, he brings wisdom. I love him dearly.

• Happy 75th Birthday, Dad.....from your favorite child. :)