94 and Counting...

Happy 94th birthday to our dear (great-) Grandfather, Roberto. A baby who wasn't expected to even survive the train ride home from the hospital with his mother, Roberto has surpassed all expectations and carries almost a century worth of stories illustrating just how very fully he has lived since the 23rd of January, 1915, growing up as a mischievous son of a clock-maker in a small town in the mountains of northern Spain where his parents'-aunts'-and-uncles' homes occupied 6 consecutive blocks on the main street of town, becoming a member of a bicycle brigade during the Spanish Civil War, wearing a shirt and tie every single day of his adult life thereafter (as his father did before him), driving as a chauffeur in post-war Madrid, dining hot chocolate and churros every Thursday and Sunday for the past six decades, and much, much more, all culminating in his claim to fame as the person who most automatically and fulminantly draws wonder and laughter from his 6 month-old great-grandson. Abuelito, we salute you!