And Grandpa’s 85th birthday! And I get to see him TOMORROW! In Boston! I am doing the happiest of happy dances. If I could explain in words how lucky I think I am to call this man my grandpa, I would. But I can’t. I wouldn’t even know where to begin. So I won’t. But trust me when I say there’s no place I’d rather spend my weekend than celebrating him.
Grandpa, in a few short hours, we’ll be stuffing our faces with lobster rolls and birthday cake. Happy birthday!!!