91 Years Young

My uncle Jim (of the non-Miller variety) has decided that, once you reach 90, you deserve a birthday party every year. So we all gathered at his place today to celebrate the 91st birthday of my beloved Grandpa Bud. Even two of the three cousins that live out of town made the trip to MN for the party. Here I am with the birthday guy:


And of course, there was cake:


And some presents:


It was great to see everyone and the food was super delicious! Happy Birthday, Grandpa. I hope we have another great party next year. :-)

Comments

Mom said…
Love the pictures! Thanks, darling dafter.