Lots Lives On

Today would have been my Dad's 63rd birthday, which is pretty dang hard to imagine, since he'll always be young (no older than his 39 years lived on this earth) and smiley and mischievous in my mind.

I have no doubt he would've had a ball with his granddaughters.

And I also have no doubt they would've had a ball with him.

So here's to the twinkling brown eyes and happy smile that Chica inherited from her Grandpa Jim.

I can't wait to see what lives on in Chicklet, too.

* Dry your tears, Nanna. Unless they're they're bittersweet ones, and then they can stay ;)