A Grandfatherly Good Time

This post is about a week overdue.

This past weekend we had the pleasure of driving up to the mountains to celebrate my grandfather's 75th Birthday. My grandfather is called by many names- Papa, Tex, Himmy, Jim, James. No matter what he is called my grandfather is one of the most genuine, involved, intense and outgoing people I have ever encountered. In his twilight years, my grandfather has hiked mountains, boogie-boarded with teenagers and driven up and down the entire west coast to be with his grandchildren for special occasions. He also has a knack for conjuring up little diddies for people and leaving phone messages purely of his voice singing special songs. What I respect most about my grandfather is the fearless way that he honestly shares his faith with anyone who will listen. A few weeks ago my sister and her husband prank called by grandfather (yes, we are all grown-ups in our twenties now) and in the midst of my grandfather getting a little bit steamed by the bizarre man calling him he managed to ask, 'do you know our Lord, Jesus Christ?' Who does that during a prank call?! He does.

Papa, I know that you read our blog faithfully and I just wanted to let you know that we value the legacy that you have left for us and the way that you have poured yourself into the lives of your grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

The whole gang.