This morning, I've been twirling my finger around some strands of hair and feeling sleepy and slow. There were no parking spaces in front of Classic Coffee this morning, so I drove on by. Some strawberry yogurt by Organics and some left over apple juice sufficed for the most part.
I started a blog entry on April 2nd, but never finished it and now it seems a ways ago. But, it was important, so I might work on it some more and post it when I can. I would work on that now instead of this, but honestly- just don't feel like it.
Today, is my Grandpa Harley's 86th birthday. I love him dearly and hope he will have many more years. He has a spunky quality and quick-wit. His face expressions are wonderful, many of which I see in my daddy. To me, his smile is contagious. I love it when he wears his Santa hat on Christmas and makes comments about it all evening. I love how he never looks at you when he's talking, but puts one arm around your shoulder. I love his quippy remarks and how he says hilariously sarcastic things that his wife never understands. I love how he'll always have "some of each" dessert, but never makes them smaller portions (and still manages great health and lean figure). I love how he looks at your plate, asks "Are you going to eat that?," and then promptly sticks his fork in it. I love how he always comments on my parent's tardiness (much to their chargrin). He has such a personality, my Grandpa Harley. And he has such a lovely name: Harley Cray Taylor. And he is 86 years old today. And I am happy to be his grandaughter.
2 comments:
Wow, that is a cool name for a grandpa. And I love all of you memories of him. He sounds like an awesome guy.
Tels souvenirs merveilleux! J'aime à les lire et à les imaginer. Joyeux quatre-vingt-sixième anniversaire de naissance, Monsieur Harley Taylor!
Traduction (translation): Such wonderful memories! I love to read them and to imagine them. Happy eighty sixth birthday, Mister Harley Taylor!
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