re: Held my grandson for the first time yesterday.

In the group of men I hunt with are two that are five years older. At night after dinner around the campfire drinking, when their first grandchild arrived was all they could talk about. The rest of us just listened and nodded politely, not sure why it was such a big deal.

Until we all had our first then understood. It’s the most glorious feeling in the world holding that infant with true unconditional love. I’ve since been blessed with seven more, all wonderful kids.

My job is to spoil them rotten every chance I get and let their parents and Nana handle the discipline side. In that I am very, very good perhaps to a fault.

I love them all more than words can express, and it only gets better as they grow up. It’s a great feeling.