Today, my grandpa turns 97 years old 🎂🤍 — and this moment is about so much more than a number.

When I lost my parents, the world felt unsteady.
But he stepped in without hesitation 🫂.
No questions. No conditions. Just love.

He became everything I needed  my protector when I was afraid, my teacher when I was lost, my safe place when life felt too heavy ✨.

He raised me with steady hands ✋, gentle wisdom 🌿, and unconditional love ❤️.
The kind of love that doesn’t shout, but never leaves.

These hands have worked hard 💪.
These eyes have witnessed history 👀.
These shoulders have carried responsibility, loss, hope, and joy.
And this heart has loved deeply for nearly a century 🤍.

At 97, he is still my anchor ⚓.
Still my example of what it means to show up, to endure, to care quietly and completely ✨.

I am grateful beyond words 🙏.
Blessed beyond measure 💫.

Happy 97th birthday, Grandpa —
my forever hero ❤️🎉.