92 and Loving It

You know how most people inherently love their families? Like it is just this thing that we are supposed to do and say that we do? Well I would say that I occasionally fall into that passive emotional state. I mean I honestly do love my family, like a lot, but I often take it for granted. But then there are weekends like this last one. Weekends where you know that you have been supremely blesses in having an amazing family. So blessed that you have a 92 year old grandpa that is still healthy and who still thinks that all of his grandchildren are perfect. Who, even though he has a hard time moving, will always volunteer to sit and hold his crying grand baby and will sing him all of the songs he knows while gently rocking him back and forth. Who has a hard time hearing people when they talk, but will just sit in the circle of people talking and simply smile because he is happy to be surrounded by family. Yeah, weekends like these remind me that I have an amazing family, and I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world.

Happy 92nd Birthday Grandpa, I sure do love you!

Sincerely Yours,
Heidi Jane