My dad turned 79 this past Friday. We celebrated his birthday on Sunday, I made baked macaroni, Maltese style, at least I tried to make it that way, and a roast beef for dinner. We had planned to celebrate my dad’s birthday at a restaurant, but with the grandchildren we thought it best to just make a little something at home.
It was certainly the best thing we all did.
Where can you go and be able to scream, bang on the table, laugh so loud that your ears hurt, talk till your blue in the face, and not feel like you are bothering other’s…certainly no place but home. Our gatherings always start out quiet then escalate into a shouting match, especially when there is a football game to watch. My dad loves being with all of us, most of all his great-grandchildren, Sophia and Christian.
Christian and Sophie don’t really understand how blessed they are to have Great-Grandparents. I wish I had my grandparent living close to me, but my grandparent lived thousands of miles away in Malta. 
Christian just could not wait for my dad’s coconut custard birthday pie to be cut…sticking his fingers into the pie was the way he could get a piece, while we took pictures of them.
Funny thing is the great-grandkids get away with alot more then we ever did…sticking a finger in my father’s pie would have gotten me a smack on the hand real quick…not Christian.
So Dad, Happy Birthday from all your children and we look forward to celebrating your 80th next year.