I hope you can relate to my full heart . . . A heart so full of love that it must overflow.
My wife and I have two children. They gave us three grandchildren - 1, 2 and 3. We are still counting.
Forgive my bias. Our grandchildren are the sweetest, cutest, funniest and brightest little ones in the world. But I am not biased.
I watch them. I play with them. I read to them. I talk with them. I hold them. I think about them. I do whatever they need me to do. I am their Saba.
I love when they get excited to see me. I love when they call my name, Saba. I love when they want me to pick them. I love when they give me hugs & kisses hello, and cherish their goodbye hugs & kisses.
I dream for them. I see them at 7, 11 and 13. I start to become a bit sad when I see them much older when I am much older and they are starting to slip away because I am starting to slip away. Then, my heart is still filled with love.
Being a grandparent may be the best "being" there is. Being a husband is great. So is being a father and an uncle and a boss and leader. But being a grandparent is the best "being" for me.
It is pure joy. There is no "but." There is never a doubt. There are no trade offs. Nothing feels like a sacrifice when it is for them. There is no tinge of regret. No offsetting negatives. Being a grandparent is pure joy.
Grandchildren fill my heart. I can pour out my love and it never empties.
