He suffles his feet now when he walks. He can't remember everyone's name. He smiles more now than I remember before.
When I first met He's Too Good To Me's grandfather over twenty-two years ago he was a big man. Tall and stout strong. Not much over sixty years and still able to work with the best and hold his own.
Many hats have found their way onto his dear head over decades. Owning construction, taxi service, pear orchards, and junk shops.
But this one . . .
lover of The Word who pastors and teaches, is the purpose that holds most our memories.
We just celebrated eighty-six years of Dad, Papaw, and Big-Papaw.
Last night Granny said she knew time was short. Strange how our lives move by with long days that turn into flash years that blink by into what our hearts feel is too short a time.
My gratitude list continues . . .
Papaw and Granny
aunts, uncles, and cousins
new baby on the way
borrowed traveling pen to return
new bike
cool air
thunder during family blessing
food spread fit for a king
Mom's warm welcoming home
Max asleep in my arms
on call doctors
strawberry banana smoothies
consignment sofa
lesson planning
wishes for a new bed
spilt soda
sticky doorknobs
fountain cokes from him
Izzy singing with earphones, loudly
practicing new song on piano
new hall floors
having a few dollars to give the man, his soft whispered - God Bless
smell of sawdust
anniversary lunch with parents, baby sister and her love
private prayers for a new little one
thank you notes
Shelby's cake passion
icing magically becoming shag
My list, #'s 273-303.
