We're On Our Way

we're on our way, on our way to Grandpa's...house in the city. Hmmm. Loses something. I think the Barney version works better but I guess his grandpa lives on a farm. Not ours!
Nonetheless I'm soooooooo excited to see my grandma and grandpa (and the rest of the family ;) )
It has been two and a half years since we've seen them. To be totally honest, each day I fear that I will get news that I won't see them again. That causes me such pain-just the thought of it. I know they'll be in Heaven with the Father but I will miss them so much here on earth. Why will I miss them so much? I mean, most grandparents are relegated to some "old person" status. They are the people your parents drag you to see one Sunday each month if they live close or once a year if they live far away. I had lots of friends who did not understand my excitement when I'd be going to my grandparents. Here's the deal though. My grandparents are THE BEST. When I was little we often lived with them and when we didn't I spent EVERY weekend with them. I always knew just how loved I was and was made to feel so special. I don't know that we did that much that was "special", just that they were always there and always so happy to see me. My grandpa would drop everything and come get me at the drop of a hat. He's since told me that there were times he'd ditch a client (and a sale-he was an insurance agent) to come get me! He also let me play secretary in his office on Saturdays when it was his turn to work that weekend. Most importantly: they taught me to love God. That is the legacy they will leave. Because I know and love God my children are growing up to do the same.
I remember my grandpa waking me up singing "This is the day the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it".
My grandma. She is such a lady. Always has her hair done and so proper. I wish I could say I learned more of that from her. LOL Alas, I did not. She did always make sure I wore a slip to church though. But more than that...she worked outside the home and so on Saturdays she cleaned her house top to bottom. Remember, I said that I spent weekends with her? Oftentimes my friends and I would make large tents in the living room (you know the kind, using all of the dining room chairs, most of the linens in the closet and don't forget you have to have various items to weight the linens down so they don't slip off of the chair). She just cleaned around us. That is amazing to me now that I'm a grown-up and have my own kids. When I try to clean I'm not nearly as patient as that...She read me stories at bedtime long after I could have read to myself. Took care of me so often when I was sick. And when I had my first baby? She was there! (My mom couldn't travel to where we lived because my brothers were in school). She managed to help me tons without interfering with my new mommyhood. She sent me to bed the first night home from the hospital so her and grandpa could take care of the baby. That was the best gift ever. Sleep.


I could never fit all of our precious memories in a series of books, let alone in one blog post. But they are the best grandparents ever! I'm so excited!!!