Our kids are fortunate to have grandparents and great grandparents who love them and enjoy them. Great Grandma Weber lives within walking and/or golf cart distance of us, and we get to see her regularly.
One quiet evening, she popped in to return a vase. I happened to be nursing Henry at the time. She didn't hear me call out to her, so she went outside to the kids who were on the swing set. Imagine my surprise when I saw her up on the first level of the play house! I grabbed my camera, but at her nimble 87 years of age, she was down before I could get hard-and-fast proof.
Henry also got to meet my Grandma Bontrager in Indiana. She's a natural with babies.
Grandma has sewn oodles of sock monkeys, and they are all over her house--in plants and hanging on stair railings. She has given one to each of her great grandchildren, and now is making them to sell. She has made all sizes, with the exception of George the giant one, which Aunt Julia bought for her.
I really can't find the words to say how grateful I am for my grandparents and their godly influence on their family's lives. I have so many good memories of them, and it's sad to me that my kids can never know them the way that I do. I can only hope to leave a similar legacy for my children and grandchildren.