Stopped Explaining, Everyone Listened Harder

Happy birthday, Grandpa. You have figured out exactly which family events require your full attention and which ones require your best nap. That's mastery of the social form.

Fifty, Grandpa , half a century of being the man we look up to. Today we toast you, with all the love this family has to give.

Happy birthday, Grandpa. You've been telling the same five stories for twenty years, and somehow they get better every time. That's not nostalgia. That's mastery.

Happy birthday, Grandpa. You've watched this whole family try to figure out what you figured out thirty years ago. You've never once said 'I told you so.' That level of restraint deserves its own holiday.