If we’re really lucky, we get to have at least one person in life that makes us feel like we’re just the bee’s knees. Like they overflow with warmth for us. Like their company is the safest possible space because nothing could dull our shine in their eyes.

My grampa was that person for me. He was my fountain of unconditional love and acceptance and I felt it from the start.

Born on this day in 1885, he would’ve been 140 years old. I knew and loved him for the first 20 years of my life and I’ve carried him with me in the many years that have followed.

I love this image of him with my grandma so much. It’s the perfect winter photo — and our recent snowy weather only makes this feel more nostalgic and real.

Miss you, grampa.