97 Years of Love, Strength, and Home π€β¨
Today, my grandpa turns 97 years old ππ€ β and this moment is about so much more than a number.
When I lost my parents, the world felt unsteady.
But he stepped in without hesitation π«.
No questions. No conditions. Just love.
He became everything I needed my protector when I was afraid, my teacher when I was lost, my safe place when life felt too heavy β¨.
He raised me with steady hands β, gentle wisdom πΏ, and unconditional love β€οΈ.
The kind of love that doesnβt shout, but never leaves.
These hands have worked hard πͺ.
These eyes have witnessed history π.
These shoulders have carried responsibility, loss, hope, and joy.
And this heart has loved deeply for nearly a century π€.
At 97, he is still my anchor β.
Still my example of what it means to show up, to endure, to care quietly and completely β¨.
I am grateful beyond words π.
Blessed beyond measure π«.
Happy 97th birthday, Grandpa β
my forever hero β€οΈπ.
