Today is my grandpa’s 74th birthday.  As you know we had a large sing-ding on Saturday night to celebrate him.  Of course there was left over food to eat and beer to drink yesterday so we made our way back to Grandpa’s and spent the day there sitting in the back yard, listening to music, talking, laughing, viewing each others pictures from the night before while drinking a few cold beers.   The party rental place had left the bounce house thingy over night and the kids were playing in it again.  We had kids everywhere yesterday.   After the bounce house was removed they broke out the water balloons!  lol

My aunt just called me on my cell phone to tell me something The Snitch told my Grandpa yesterday.   Grandpa said the kids were playing and running as they had been all day.  He was sitting to the end of one of the tables we were at when The Snitch stops what she’s doing, runs over to her Great-grandfather and says Grandpa, I keep hearing Grandma Irene whispering to me, she wants me to tell you Happy Birthday from her.  Then she hugged Grandpa and took off to continue playing.

My aunt told me it took my grandpa a minute to compose himself and blink back his tears.  He told my aunt The Snitch hardly ever just comes up and talks to me, because she’s too busy playing when we’re there, and out of the blues she says that to him.  He really felt it was from my Grandma.   I’m not even going to ask her about it because I don’t want her to feel like we’ve made a big deal out of this, you know?  And I don’t want her to keep this to herself if it ever happens again.  I just want to hug my girl right now.