It is the little things
Last evening we had a family picnic/birthday party for our 6 year old grandson. Lots of fun was had by the kids and the adults did a lot of talking.
Midway through my other grandson Marcus (2) wanted to walk up on a nearby bridge. His mother was busy as was his father. Mom suggested to him he ask his grandfather (me). So Marcus comes and asks me to go with him. I was delighted, so I told him to take my hand and off we go. We talk a bit but mostly just walk to the top of the bridge. He spent about 30 seconds on top, seeing what there was to see and we went back to the party. Now to most people this would have been a non event. For me it made my day. I was a happy grampa getting a one on one with a wonderful little two year old. Life is good, in tiny little bits.
Midway through my other grandson Marcus (2) wanted to walk up on a nearby bridge. His mother was busy as was his father. Mom suggested to him he ask his grandfather (me). So Marcus comes and asks me to go with him. I was delighted, so I told him to take my hand and off we go. We talk a bit but mostly just walk to the top of the bridge. He spent about 30 seconds on top, seeing what there was to see and we went back to the party. Now to most people this would have been a non event. For me it made my day. I was a happy grampa getting a one on one with a wonderful little two year old. Life is good, in tiny little bits.