Always having time for one more story
It seems like yesterday that our son and daughter-in-law announced they were going to have a baby, and since then, between them and our daughter and her husband, we now have four amazing grandchildren. With all of these miracles, each child with their unique personalities has absolutely captured our hearts, and I think about them all the time. We love to buy them toys and clothes, and I’m planning the things I want to share and experience with them. I realize that everyone who has grandchildren feels this overflowing fountain of love. When my wife and I were young parents, we did not fully appreciate when older people would tell us how excited they were about their grandchildren, along with showing us never-ending albums of photos. We get it now. They were beaming with pride and thanksgiving and wanted the world to see these beautiful individuals who had no limits to what they could do or who they could be. In the last few years, I’ve found myself doing the same thing. Saying things like, “He has long arms and legs, probably going to play sports,” or “She is so alert and curious, I know she is going to be very smart.” I’m more than ready to provide unlimited cuddles and kisses and an endless supply of cookies and candy, not being strict about bedtime curfews, and always having time for one more story.