For about five years now, Griffin’s Grandma, my Grandma, we’ve been doing a little dance.
About once a month our phone will ring and sweet Grandma will say, ‘you know, Gayle is coming into town on Friday’. This has become a code of sorts–Griffin’s Aunt Gayle will make plans to come into town, Grandma calls, we clear our calendar.
The game closet is perused, pizza is ordered and the evening is spent around the table: laughing, eating far too much, sharing stories and promising ‘just five more minutes’ over and over until bed time is far past.
There’s a certain sweetness in spending time with those who love you most–the ones who’ve known you since birth, who’ve nurtured your character helping define your strengths and refine your weakness’.
It’s in the smallest and most common things: the roll of the dice, a shared laugh at the mis-prounctiaion of a word, the emotion wells up within me without warning. I’m again reminded this life, our life, is one of extraordinary blessing. Oh yes, we’ve been shown grace upon grace.
We’ve been gifted with much–I don’t want to miss a moment of it.