…my true loves gave to me…
Fun at MorMor and MorFar’s House!
My father. Anyone who knows him knows how adored, revered, and held-up-high this man is. As the result of a stellar career (that is still going at full tilt), a lifetime of community service (his resume of commitment to social, political, and environmental causes boggles the mind), and mentoring to the masses (and I do mean masses), my father is beloved by many. Despite the sheer numbers, I’ve known my whole life that nobody could compete with my own level of love for my dad. And for most of my life I’ve thought that no one could ever be-love my father more than me, but then I became a mom, and my kids have proven me wrong. They are gaga for MorFar; just smitten with him; and I have to admit that their adoration for him is fully on par with their mother’s. I observe them from a distance, interacting with their MorFar, and the look that I see in their eyes is a familiar one. I know it well, and I know what I see: three kids who absolutely adore my dad. And so they savor their time with him, eagerly attempt to emulate him, and seek his attention in a way that you’d have to see to believe. And he returns the love with a graciousness that is truly inspiring to see. He is free-flowing with his time and talents, his jokes and laughter, his patience, and his seemingly boundless energy. He is the one who gets down on the floor and plays dolls with Meera; talks baseball for hours with Kyle and Owen; plays dog-catcher when they all become barking puppies; and jumps on his tractor first thing in the morning to drive them around the field at full speed. The spirit of Christmas is perfectly embedded in moments like these.
Fun!! Grandparents are the best!!
– Kate