My Father's Birthday

My father turns 91 years old today.  He was born August 22, 1918 in the little county seat town of Girard, Kansas.  He grew up in another time when catching a ride to school meant catching a horse and not a bus.  When being excused to use the restroom meant a taking trip to a little house out back.  When my dad was a boy it was a simple time - when climbing trees and imagination could have you flying airplanes or avoiding the bull in pasture.  In 91 years my father has seen a great many things change.  Space Travel, Cell Phones, Television, Music, Computers.   He has seen a few things stay the same.  God's Love, God's Forgiveness, God's Grace.  He has seen a few thing grow.  His wife's love,  Honor from his children, grand children and great grand children. The list of those who have gone on to heaven before him.
There is one thing I can say from my heart about my dad, is that I have loved him from the time he held me in his arms and we walked up an down the hallway at 4617 East Independence.  I loved him when we were hunting and fishing and camping.  I loved him we would walk in the evening with our walking sticks.  I loved him as young man starting a family and I love him today more than ever.  Happy Birthday Dad!