Dad's 77th

My dad turned 77 on September 6th. Physically, it's been a tough year for him. Advancement of Parkinson's, a fatal lung disease diagnosis, and a shattered right foot. He's tough. Rarely complains. But these aliments have really laid him up. He reluctantly gave up his herd of sheep, his garden, and told me "he couldn't believe his health went to complete shit this past year." That is 100% my dad :)

So I am so thankful I could go out for the weekend and celebrate him. He absolutely rallied so much energy and grit. We canned and canned and canned, watched the Utah Game, laughed, cried, and had such a fun time at his birthday party!

So thankful for the opportunity to enjoy the past few days with family.