Now it is Opa’s turn. He is my daddy’s daddy. Great Grandma and Opa were birthday twins. They were born on the same day but different years.
Opa means Grandpa in the Afrikaans (and German) language. We call him that so we wouldn’t get confused with my Grandpa Pesola and him. We were in Africa when I was born (and Daddy was born there too), and Mommy and Daddy just liked the word.
He and Daddy work in the same building, but not the same company. I think Opa is special because he is my Opa. He hugs and kisses us. He loves on us. He likes to go out to eat at McDonalds.
Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Opa, Happy birthday to you!
I love you Opa!
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo and an infinity more.
Mark,
I’m sorry that I did not see your blog about my birthday until last night when Oma showed it to me. Don’t know how I missed it!!
When I learned that my birthday was the same as your great grandma Reble’s, I called her my ‘distant twin’. That was when I was only a little older than you. Now that was a llooooooonnngg time ago!
I love YOU, too!! XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX
Opa
P.S My Xs and Os are bigger than yours, because I am bigger than you, for a little while anyway!