85.

This weekend we celebrated my grandfather's 85th birthday.

85.

85 years. He has lived a world war, depressions and baby booms, and decades of change (and questionable fashion choices). He was an athlete, a businessman, a husband, a father, a grandfather and now a great grandfather.

In my eyes, he is far younger than his 85 years. He is still the man that takes his daily walks on the beach, plays his 18 holes of golf and likes to work around his country property. He is still the master of public speaking and he will forever be my dance partner. And while he may do all these things a little bit slower than he used to, he is still larger than life in my eyes.

Cheers Grandpops, happy 85th... Here's to many more!

Xoxo your princess Cortina