Everyone is the age of their heart.~Guatemalan Proverb
That handsome man above is my father-in-law. I took this snapshot at his 90th birthday party. He was watching his great-grandson splash, upside down on his hands and feet, through a puddle. This picture makes me smile because it depicts my father-in-law perfectly. I have never, ever seen him in anything but a good mood. Ever. I have never heard him speak an ill word about anyone. Ever. He is kind and gentle.
My husband was a late-in-life baby, and “the baby” of the brood. He tells me this kind temperament is the only way his father has ever been, even when my husband, as a teenager, accidentally shot off a gun in his dad’s basement. I would have beaten my kid within an inch of his/her life. Forget the gun, my hands would have been deadly weapons!
There are so, so many crazy stories of my husband’s teenage years. His father is a saint.
Oh, and here’s the best part: this past Monday my father-in-law handed in his two-week notice. How awesome is that? Happy 90th Lawrence—you really are the cream of the crop!