To my grandpa. I cannot even begin to describe this man to you so I'm not sure why I'm even trying... but here goes.
If you know me, you know I have a twisted sense of humor. I credit my grandpa for that. Well, at least that side of my family. This is my dad's dad. I spent a whole lot of time with him and my grandma for the first five years of my life because they lived close and took care of my brother and I.
This is the man who taught my brother to say that mushrooms taste like shit. My mom was real pleased there...
This is the man who still jokes about a new crop of hair possibly springing up on his head one day.
This is the man who says it's okay to lie on Wednesdays, but that's it. And this is only because it's halfway through the week, so God is okay with it.
This is the man who shares my love of George Strait and Brad Paisley.
This is my grandpa who I love to pieces and don't know what I would do without.
This is my favorite picture of him. At my wedding. Love you grandpa.