Happy Birthday to Grumpa Max/Dad!

There is nothing like your family to keep things in perspective ... especially when they have access to photo albums.

In honor of Grumpa Max's very special birthday, we present ... a photographic retrospective from the mid-1980s to the present.

Happy Birthday Grumpa Max/Dad ... these are the past days of part of your adult life!

What I have gleaned in flipping through my photo albums is:

I am glad the 'stache is gone. The kitchen reno in the CT house was a vast improvement. We three inherited our propensity to make goofy faces when photographed from our patriarch. You liked to take the photographs, not be in the photographs. You do have the cutest ... posterior (that one is for Mom.) The "I hope it's not what's in the box" joke will never cease to haunt you. You are an excellent son, brother, father, husband, and grandpa. I'm going to go out on a limb and say that you like to be busy, whether cleaning up, or by being in nature.

While we kids may tease you for your "wisdom," you have earned that gleaming head of silver due to countless hours of driving lessons, phone calls about car "incidents," drives to the reservoir to talk (or not), counsel about relationship issues, and all the church "stuff" you couldn't ever talk about due to your countless leadership positions, combined with hours in prayer and contemplation.

Go ahead and eat the cookie/cake/ice cream. You deserve it.
(As long as the 'stache doesn't come back.)

Happy Birthday!

I love you.

p.s. sorry, this time? it probably IS what is in the box.