We’re on Spring Break this week. No beaches or big vacation plans for us, but I did get to spend Tuesday with some of my favorite people. While the rest of the family helped out on Lance’s family farm, baby girl and I hung out with my grandparents. You remember them, right?
This? Is such a gift. This time we had, made all the more special because they need us, too. My 91 year old grandpa, healthy as a horse, living at home with grandma, will ask the same question 5 times in two minutes. In the next breath he’ll tell you the color of the truck that his neighbors two miles down the road drove to church in 1942.
He’s ornery. And hysterical. And needs constant supervision.
Baby girl went down for a nap that day, so grandpa and I drove the country roads while my mom did some chores. It’s one of his favorite pastimes, and I’m grateful I got a turn to hear all about who lived here and there and at every homestead around. “That’s the McGuire farm,” he told me.
“I know that place. He’s my father-in-law.”
“He is?!” he gasped. “You have my condolences.” And then we both laugh at the same joke we’ve laughed at for 15 years. “We go round and round,” he giggles. (Never mind we had just stopped at the farm 20 minutes before so he could jab at my father-in-law. The jabbing is mutual, by the way. )
When we got home, before he schooled me in game after game of Race Horse (guess how many card games have been played at that table?!), he thanked me for the drive and asked if I knew his wife.
“Sure do, grandpa.”
“And that’s my daughter, there,” pointing at my mom, sweeping their front porch.
“Grandpa,” I said, grinning, “Your daughter is my mom.”
“Oh!” he replied. “Well you have a dang fine mom!”
Why yes. Yes, I do. (Oh, how we laugh!)
I have dang fine grandparents, too, and I’m so thankful for the time I can share with them!
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