LOVE TIMES TWO
Our older son and his wife (Brian and Natalin) have a son and a daughter, Matthew and Meredith. They're both twenty something, and we love them a whole lot.
Our younger son and his wife, Brad and Connie, never had children. Then, owing to a set of unfortunate (but I think providential) circumstances, they became guardians of a set of 4-year-old twins, a couple of weeks ago. That's them (the twins, not Brad & Connie) in the picture.
We're blessed to have both our sons, and their families, living within about 10 miles of us. So they come over for dinner every Sunday noon. Peg went out and bought one of those lightweight folding tables to put at the end of the dining room set, to accommodate the extra appetites on Sunday.
Wow! This is neat! We went to their house last evening to take care of them, since Connie had to work late and Brad was out of town. It's been a while since I had to use my kid-handling skills, but it all came back to me in short order, as we took care of the twins.
It can be trying on 68-year-old nerves, moreso when one's gift never was dealing with kids. But that all goes out the window when a 4-year-old hugs you and says "I love you".
And calls me Pappaw.