I have a happy life. It’s not without challenges, tragedies, conflicts, stress, etc., but for the most part, life is good. I have a great loving family, good friends, a good job, I’m healthy, I have interests, hobbies, passions, etc. that keep me moving forward and leading a productive life….when I want it to be. But little did I know the amount of joy this little guy was going to bring.
Yes, it makes me feel “old” to be a grandpa, but hanging with him is a great way to appreciate the life I have, and I don’t feel sad knowing that I won’t be around to see all of where life takes him. I wish I could be, but thinking about his life “to come” does bring me joy. I can’t really explain it, but it gives me hope for the future. Yes, it can be scary thinking about it, but when I’m around him I’m not….I’m not scared of his future nor mine.