All In The Family... And What I Think About It...
Today after church, we stopped at Burger King for a quick sandwich before running some errands. With gasoline so expensive, I'm trying to limit my trips to town, especially now that Isaac's out of school for the summer.
As we were getting ready to leave, a man was standing at the end of the counter apparently waiting for someone. I noticed him because he looked a bit like a man from our church and for a moment, I thought I knew him. Other than that, there was nothing striking about him. He appeared to be in his sixties, and he had gray hair.
Then a little boy burst through the doorway, followed by his mother. "Grandpa!" he exclaimed, and ran toward the gentleman at the end of the counter. The man turned and his face lit up like sunshine. He held out his arms and the little boy ran into them and they shared a joyful hug. When we left, the grandpa was holding the little boy in his arms, and the little boy had his arms wrapped around his grandpa's neck.
The love between that grandfather and grandson touched my heart.
The incident reminded me of the photo below. It was taken in early 1989. Keely was three years old. She was trying on my wedding veil one day during a visit at Grandpa and Grandma's house. My dad was watching her and the look on his face is poignant to me. My dad really loved his grandkids.
Unfortunately, we always lived so far away that our visits to Grandpa and Grandma were semi-annual pilgrimages. My sister and brother lived nearby, and their kids enjoyed a wonderful relationship with their grandparents.
I hope that I have the opportunity to see my grandchildren often. (When I have grandchildren, that is, because it's not yet time for them.)