To see this man. My almost 90-year-old, motorcycle-riding, hard-working, Florida born-and-raised, grandpa. He and the baby are 88 years apart.
It was so good to be able to spend time with him, and for him to be able to spend time with the kids. (I hope he thought so!) He vacated his bedroom and slept on the air mattress in the office so we could spread out in his room. And then he kept hopping with us the whole ten days, bouncing from activity to activity. He even let his living room be invaded by cars, trucks, and noisy baby toys. It’s a wonder no one broke their neck.
Family is so good.