These days I seem to be running about two weeks behind on everything. Needless to say, this is why I’m just now sharing pictures from Thanksgiving. We gathered at the beach for a Thanksgiving weekend with my husband’s extended family.

The highlight of the entire trip was watching my children play on the beach with their 97-year-old great-grandfather (who happens to be a newlywed of nearly two months). Granddad Stew, as my kids like to call him, is an inspiration to anyone wanting to be forever young. If he could bottle up his energy and sell it, he’d be a millionaire. He’s an active man who’s even won multiple gold medals at the U.S. Senior Olympic Games. Now that I think about it, someone should offer this man his own reality show.

The magical thing about Granddad Stew is he’s never forgotten what it’s like to be a kid. He can roll around on the floor, or the sand dunes, right along with his great-grandkids. He showed them how to jump from the dunes, and their faces lit up with excitement. Of course, they asked him to do it again and again. And you know what? He didn’t miss a beat keeping up with 3 1/2 year old twins. Honestly, I think he can keep up with them better than I can. I’m not sure what that says about my physical fitness at age 31 if I can be bested by a senior citizen.

We gave Siler, our youngest child, the middle name Robert in honor of Granddad Stew. I can only hope that energetic zeal for life was passed down in his genes, too.

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