Almost everyone will admit, grandparents are AWESOME! There are the out of town, pseudo-celebrity, sob so hard you can't speak when they leave town kind of grandparents. And there are the local, beg to spend the night, light up like a light when they come to dinner kind of grandparents. We have both. And we are SO BLESSED.
But there is just something about Poppy and his love for his grand-daughter that is beyond special. Ruthie doesn't just "go" to anyone. She is deeply into her "I'm 9 months old and only want my mommy" phase, yet somehow, whenever Poppy comes around, she immediately reaches for him, and is happy as a clam in his arms.
How many grandfathers will drop everything to go to a pumpkin patch with his grandkids on a random Wednesday? And not just GO, but play with them while he's there?? How many grandfathers will suggest that their 2 year old grandson come over a help with yard-work on a Saturday afternoon? How many grandfathers will spend the dinner hour outside, with a colicky baby strapped to his chest, trying to soothe him so his mama can eat? That's my dad. He's fabulous. And for that reason, today, I am grateful:
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