Happy Birthday, Poppo!

Dear Daddy,

When I woke up this morning and remembered your birthday, I got to thinking about last year's blog on this day and realized that I had made you one year older than you really were. You were born in 1920. Ergo, 2007 minus 1920 is 87 - LAST November 26. Today you would have been 88. Either way, Happy Birthday.

I'm sure you're smiling down on your new great granddaughter. You're probably prouder than a peacock. Everyone in Illinois is loving her and doting on her. I'll get my chance at Christmas and will have a LOT of time to make up for.

So, Poppo, as I'm peeling potatoes and tumshees tonight, as I'm putting together the corn casserole and the turkey dressing, I'll be having a glass or two of wine and wishing you a very happy birthday.

I miss you lots.

Sher