Generations

There are few things that make me happier than seeing my kids interact with my Grandfather, their Great Grandpa, who we call Pop Pop.

He's the ultimate playmate. He always takes time to have a picnic with Rosie at her little table or to do the same silly thing over and over to Buddy that keeps him in stitches.

My kids know their Great Grandfather. How neat is that?

Not only do they know him, and see him at least once a week, they also know Great Grandma Margie and Steve's grandparents, too.

The best thing about Great Grandparents? They are never rushed, never too busy to listen to what Rosie has to tell them or what Buddy has to show them. They take life at a slower pace, a pace that my kids enjoy because it makes them feel important.

When I see Rosie and Buddy walking up the hill with Pop Pop, Margie and the dogs, I take a mental snapshot. I want to remember these moments. More importantly, I want my kids to remember them. There isn't anything more tender than watching these generations learn from each other, bridging the gap of 70+ years.