Mom & Dad,
The kids walk run into your home like 5 little swirling tornadoes of energy & personality. Each one demanding something different. Christmas brownies, play doh, markers, your iPad, your attention. I never see you skip a beat. I never see the look of desperation during their storms. I feel it on my own face, but never see it in yours. You act as if you yearn for this chaos. & that is why you are the most magical of grandparents. You embrace each of these babies. You make sure they each get a moment or two or three alone with you. You listen & hold their hands. Your patience seems limitless. Spilt juice (again)? no problem! fingerprints (on everything)? no biggie! loud squeals and tag matches in the house? Lets join in! Mom & Dad, you are blessings in the lives of these children. They find their identity in this family of ours. When we speak about families here at home or when they draw pictures at school...its never just 7 people. There are 9 & a dog, named Luca. You are every bit a part of their everyday as Rod & I are. Thank you for being here for us even when the miles keep us physically apart. Thank you for loving the messes & the noise! We love you & certainly never take you for granted. Not for a second.
I love you.
2 comments:
I LOVE the picture of Maddox kissing Dad's nose!!! PRECIOUS!
This just makes me feel so happy. What a blessing good (fantastic, really) grandparents are! You have such a way with words and your photography captures the magic you describe.
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