Happy 85th!

The first thing Oakley said to me as I came down the stairs Tuesday morning was, "It's Grandpa Moore's 85th birthday!" That boy will always remember Grandpa Moore's birthday, which makes me happy because it gives us a chance to remember him and make a trip to the cemetery. It was a gorgeous fall day, perfect for a visit to the cemetery. We put some balloons on his grave to celebrate and I know I spent the rest of the day remembering how much I love, and always will, that dear man.