A father's pride

We took granddad down to the river with us one weekend that my family was having a cookout. My parents, siblings, cousins and their kids were there. Granddad loves kids but one in particular caught his eye. My cousin’s youngest child, a little boy. He has bright blonde hair and blue eyes with a devilish grin and a temper to match. He is such a BOY. He rides his tricycle around at full speed, loves throwing his baseball, gets dirt all on his face and likes messing with his older (very Princess-like) sister.

He reminded granddad of one of his little boys, and for the rest of the day that’s who he was. One of his. He would watch him ride his tricycle around and smile from ear to ear. He would exclaim “Look at him go!” and “That’s my little boy right there!”

No one seemed to mind. The joy in his face showed us everything we needed to know about what kind of dad Herb was. All of his joy was wrapped up in that little boy. All of his pride in that little boy played out on his face and seemed to melt the years of old age away.

 Children are light-bringers.