Eighty Four.

My grandpa was born 84 years ago today. Every birth is a miracle, but his is especially remarkable because he was over 2 months premature. (He reminded me today that his mom's due date was sometime at the end of November.) Doctors didn't think that his tiny little self would make it, a priest gave him last rights. And 84 years later, we ate cupcakes and celebrated his birthday...again. Without this man, many of us who gathered today wouldn't even be here.

Happy, happy birthday Grandpa! The world has been a better place for the last 84 years with you in it!

Are they a cute couple or what?!