Sunday marked my father-in-law’s 80th birthday. But you would never know it, as my father-in-law has more energy and spirit than people half his age or more. He is remarkable and has a rich history. Every time he tells a story I can’t help but listen to it with every fiber of my being. Stories that are unimaginable to someone like me. Stories of 7 brothers and sisters all under the age of 13 sticking together in depression era New York City. Fighting, struggling, against the bitter city.
80 years later…He is a very much loved, husband, father and grandfather. Enjoying life with his kindhearted, loving wife and his two furry best friends…Abby and Maggie. You can count on the overly round Abby always being within a few feet from him…if not inches.
We spent the day celebrating his birthday in the shade of their backyard surrounded by loved ones. As usual, Milan cooked an amazing meal and we ate maybe just a bit too much
After dinner I couldn’t help but photograph the details of my in-laws home. It has a warmth and beauty to it that words fail to describe…So I do my best to show it – in pictures.
When we came inside to cool off from the hot afternoon sun we sat down and enjoyed some antique Victrola records. I can’t say that the Platigorsky in Russian Melodies was anybodies favorite, but we were entertained….and Olive, well, she was one tired lil pup.
by Shannon Rosan