peepaw

My husband has been called lots of things in his life.  But, Peepaw is by far my favorite.

Yes, B.'s relationship with Tiny has advanced to an all new level.  When she is around, which is most of the time, he is known as Peepaw.  He has totally taken it in stride.  When A. asks for dinner for Tiny or for Peepaw to dance with Tiny after dinner, B. obliges.  I was almost crying last weekend when it was, yet again, Tiny's birthday.  I think she might be turning 25 but when A. is asked, she ranges anywhere from 8 months to 3 years old.  A. had wrapped up her box of beads and K. wrapped up dancing Mickey.  B. was cleaning the kitchen after dinner when A. went over and said, "Peepaw, aren't you going to come watch her open her presents."  Peepaw didn't hesitate.  He came over from the kitchen and led the family in Happy Birthday.  I was just sitting in the corner trying not to laugh and mess up the singing but Peepaw fully embraced the situation.

Peepaw,

Thanks for being so awesome.

Love,
Neenaw