Nope. That's not August although when I ask him, "Are you my darling love?" he says, "Yes. I your darling love."
However, when Boppy enters the picture, August not only accepts being held, he leaps into his grandfather's lap.
This is how they looked when they were waiting for the mullet to finish being fried last night, both of them exhausted from a long day of work and play. Cuddled up and happy, watching TV, August holding the Wii steering wheel that he loves to play with. "Gibson use this," he says of it. And that makes it cool and desirable. Plus, it's a steering wheel.
I just love watching this relationship between the small boy and the large grandfather. I can only imagine how safe and comfortable it must feel to the grandchildren to sit in their Boppy's lap. I loved and respected my grandfather deeply but I can't imagine snuggling in with him. He just wasn't that sort of man. And of course, I have absolutely no memory of ever sitting on my father's lap and the less said about any sort of physical contact between me and my stepfather, the better, so all of this is just a miracle to me, watching how loving my grandchildren's fathers are with them, how naturally they interact with their children, and how the children respond to that and to their grandfather and to me. It's like I always say- a dream come true that I never even imagined.
It's a lovely Sunday here, warm and sunny and quiet in Lloyd and I am being lazy and enjoying the peace. Camellia is eyeing me patiently, wanting more cat food treats and Jack is watching her from half-closed eyes. The man is napping in his chair, having gotten up at 4:30 this morning to go duck hunting and I think I'll go hang out some laundry and maybe do some leisurely weeding, feeling the warm sun on my body and smelling the rich dirt of the garden, being worshipful.
Seeing a grandchild sitting in their PawPaw's lap is just as endearing as when they sit in ours. We have three grandsons, and two are especially close to my hubby. At almost 16 and 18, they still go fishing with their PawPaw once a week.ReplyDelete
Oh, that would be my husband's dream come true- to go fishing every week with his grandsons.Delete
these are precious days and they will be gone before you know it. although my grown (or nearly grown) grands do call me on a regular basis, especially the twins. the boy to a lesser degree especially lately since he wrecked out truck, feeling guilty.ReplyDelete
Poor grandson! Yes. I know this time is so incredibly fleeting. It was just yesterday that Owen was the one sitting on his Boppy's lap. ARGGGHHH!Delete
If one more comment goes into the big black hole, I’ll.. I don’t know. August is a little pumpkin and his “pretty good” and “pretty” ... not to mention the other 4. You are rich in love! JoanneReplyDelete
Joanne- I wish I knew what happened to your comments. It bums me out so much that they disappear.Delete
Oh Mary, this is such a beautiful post and with that simply beautiful and loving photograph of that big tall man and that sweet little boy. I missed this over the weekend and am just catching up now. Yes, absolute sweetness, this.ReplyDelete