Grandparents

Logan is a lucky little boy. Not only does he have two incredible (if I do say so myself...haha!) parents who worship the ground he walks on but he has wonderful grandparents. I wonder what a group of grandparents would be called; a gaggle, herd, mass?? We'll go with gaggle for now.

Recently, my parents and grandparents were highlighted in a newspaper article about grandparents. The author wrote about my mom driving back and forth from Conway, Arkansas to Savannah, Georgia to see Logan and help me out while Trey was in Iraq. The author talked about Logan calling my dad "Granddude." The article also discussed my grandparents repeating some of the most special acitivities they did with my brother and I with Logan. (ie. popping popcorn and watching football and basketball games). I grew up never doubting that I was loved. My biological grandparents and 2 stepgrandparents have influenced me (and continue to influence me). While many of my friends had grandparents scattered across the country or who were too feeble (or busy) to interact, my memories are "bustin' at the seams" with the gray hairs!

As I write this blog, my mother in law is running around her large yard with Logan in a wheelbarrow. I hear their combined shrieks of laughter and his yells "Go faster, Grand!" Trey's stepdad Phil has spent the morning repairing several fishing poles in the off chance we'll have time to take Logan fishing this afternoon.

Again, Logan is a very lucky boy...and Trey and I are grateful tenfold!