Today is my Bucka's 80th birthday. When I was three I wanted to marry him when I grew up. Busha & Mama tell me I have (Husband & Bucka are so much alike sometimes it's frightening). He drove a semi when I was a girl. Some of my clearest memories of him, he's covered in grease & taking something apart with Uncle Gick out in the garage. In the evenings he'd sit in the basement family room with a bowl of pop corn, or peanut butter for his crackers or apple slices, and I'd curl up on his lap to share. I don't remember what we watched, but every time I taste peanut butter & honey I think of him.
When I was in trouble at home, he & Busha let me come stay with them for a few months while Uncle Gick & Unkie Di finished off the garage they were going to let me live in. He called me out when my behavior was less than stellar. He praised me when I did something praiseworthy.
He encouraged me through my pregnancies, assuring me that I'd never be more beautiful than when I was growing a new life....even when I felt like a beached whale. When my babies were born, he came to the hospital to see his newest great-grands & was proud as a peacock of both of us. And when BabyGirl was learning to talk, she dubbed him Bucka & he's been that ever since.
I love you, Bucka! Happy Birthday!
4 comments:
What a lovely story. How wonderful to have such awesome people in your life.
It is so wonderful to have such a loving person in your life.
happy birthday Bucka..I hope you had a great one today with your family!
Such sweet words about a man who has obviously meant so much to you. How blessed you both are.
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