One of my favorite days of the year has always been March 27th. Not only was it Granny's birthday, but my Dad's as well. As a child I thought it was really neat that they both had the same special day. I definitely never forgot either one's birthday. When I was pregnant with Meg, I thought it would be fun to have her share their day as well. In the end, I was ok with her being born on Aunt Dolly's birthday instead. I don't think either her or I would have made it if I stayed pregnant any longer than that.
Today, I thought a lot about my grandma and my dad. They have both been such an important influence on my life. Cal recently asked me what my favorite memory of my dad was, and I told him that it was really a collection of memories surrounding my time working at the radio station with him. I absolutely loved that job. From answering phones to cleaning out the record collection to working the Cubs games to painting the WKAM sign in 90-degree heat to writing down all of the requests for the noon show to running the booth at the fair to painting my car pink for the demolition derby, I loved it all. The people that worked there were so much fun, and I felt like I made a lifetime of memories during those summers.
Even though those days were awesome, the best part about my dad was watching him be a grandfather to my children. The relationship that he built with them in their youth has transcended time and each one has a unique relationship with him to this day. I truly enjoyed looking back at pictures today for his birthday post. It showed him at his best and why they have always loved doing things with him. Almost every story they tell from their youth starts with "Grandpa and I" or "Remember when grandpa . . . " I really appreciate that I don't have to tell them my stories for them to see what he was like when I was a child. They have all gotten to live it and for that I feel truly blessed.