It’s my grandfather’s 84th birthday today.
This is Mad and Baz’s great grandfather and fittingly they (Mad) call him “Greatest Grampa”.
Every visit they marvel at how big Mad has gotten since the last visit, how wonderful a “baby” Baz is and Mad usually nags for Greatest Grampa to play his “humonica”.
If you ask me, my grandfather is a genius. He has an sixth grade education and absolutely knows EVERYTHING. He knows how to build houses, drive amphicars make maple syrup and play virtually any underplayed instrument. (Harmonica, acordian, spoons…)
He calls Mad and Baz Papoose and Pollywog repectively and Mad loves going up there, just as I did when I was a kid.
Mad loves to play there and Greatest Grampa is always thrilled to see the kids. Mad is totally cool with his sense of humour and not a trip will go by without her asking for a tune of sorts from one of his many instrumental talents. He almost always obliges and Mad will often join in by dancing or playing her own “humonica” she proudly got for Christmas last year.
We say it every time we leave. We have to go up there regularily. It’s such a gift to have my grandparents in our lives and even more so to watch my children exprerience, appreciate them and create their own memories.
Happy Birthday Grandpa, you really are the Greatest!