I am always talking about my Oupa*. Why? Probably because we get along so great. We are very similar and have inside jokes, so we will laugh about things and nobody will know what we are talking about.
He likes to draw and leave his mark wherever he goes. He lives on a farm (in case you did not know this already) and after my grandma passed away he spray painted the water tanks purple. He then decided to draw faces onto it.
They sent eggs from the farm. Yes, the eggs have faces. Yup, there is a horse too.
Not sure if I want to eat it, because these are precious eggs.
He will be 88 years old in December and he recently started to fill his very first Moleskine – with art, of course. It is for me, who else?
He is my man.
*Oupa is Afrikaans for Grandpa.
That is <3 x 10000000000000000