90 years young......

Dad was born on April 30, 1922.  His health is good and his memory is clear.  He reads a newspaper everyday and is up to date on all newsworthy matters.  What a joy that he is in my life!

Whenever we are together I ask many questions about his life, esp his WW II career as a sailor in the Pacific on a destroyer.  He has amazing stories to tell!  I write it all down.  In his head are all the little stories about my growing up, and about his childhood.  I want to be this sharp when I am 90!!!

Since we could not find a balloon that said "90" we had to settle for a "50" and a "40"!

In the dining room tonight, Dad blows out his candles on a cake that he shared with everyone.

Hearing greetings from David.

Here we are with the birthday boy.....great day!