In church on Sunday, I watched as a little 8 month old baby was being held by his grandpa. The little boy would look him in the eyes, smile, and try to eat his cheek. I was very jealous! In fact even as I write of it, it brings tears to my eyes.I remember my mom saying that she loved all of her children and grandchildren, but that my Dad loved any child he ever came in contact with. If you knew my Mom, you would realize that she was full of love, and that she lavished it on those she considered her own through blood or association. So it was not an indictment of herself, but rather an honest observation. At the same time, she was complimenting Dad on his interest in and love of all children.
I think that I am probably somewhere in between, as I do love all children, but I especially love those that are interwoven into my life. If a picture can capture a feeling, I would guess this one captures a feeling of pure contentment. Can it get any better than this? Yes, it can, and it has, as the grandchildren have been added to the equation. My very favorite pictures are those where I am snuggling one or all of them. I started to go through to find those pictures, but I think I need to do a little picture organizing before I post them. Ah, organization, in my life that could account for 100 postings of its own.
