The other day as we were heading out, we drove past my parent’s house and my dad was heading into his shop. He saw us and waved and we waved back. Peter said to me, “Mommy, I love Grandpa more than you do!”
“You do? I don’t know about that. He’s my Daddy after all!” I replied
“Well, I love him a lot more than you because he’s my Grandpa!”
“Oh, yeah. Well how much do you love him?”
“I love him from our house, to the moon, to our play set, to the shop, to the beach and back to my room! That’s how much I love him!”
“Well, that is a lot! I think I love him that much too!”
4 comments:
And then did you settle him into his little bed of leaves and give him a kiss? Sigh. So sweet!
Beth,
This touched my ole heart and Grandpa's too. There's nothing quite as wonderful as the feeling of being loved!
mom
Aw, that's sweet. I remember trying to think of a way to describe how much I loved my parents when I was little, and it came out something like that.
Grandpa's are the greatest!!!!
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