The 95th

It is not everyday that someone turns 95.

Granddad could hardly believe it himself.

He spent the week before his birthday asking:

 "Now, how old will I be on my birthday?"

"How old do you think you are?" I'd ask.

He always answered, "16!"

The event was marked in style - starting with a crown for the King of the Day.

Mimi brought a square balloon to tie on the wheelchair.

Granddad was amused and pleased to have so many Skype calls.

He really felt as if you all were right with him.

He enjoyed hugs,

and birthday cake,

and company,

and presents.

It was a fine Birthday Eve party!

On the actual Birthday Day, there was a candlelit dinner with soft music, more presents, deeply appreciated company -- and a tasty tender STEAK.  

Now the crown is put away for the next birthday,

but Granddad has a new hat to wear all year.

Thanks to everyone who made his 95th a great occasion!