Today I am grateful for my Grandpa Chuck. Ever since I was a baby, he and I have had a special bond; he used to tell this story about my first Thanksgiving and how I cried and cried until he took me downstairs, away from the bustle of the dinner table, and rocked me in his easy chair. I'll admit, when I was younger, particularly as a teenager, I might not have appreciated that story all that much. But now I see it as the beginning of a grandfather, and I am glad to call him mine.
Happy birthday, Grandpa Chuck! I hope you had a wonderful day! Love you!
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