Perhaps it’s an obvious answer….but….what do these two unlikely sorts have in common? Not exactly the same birthday, but the same week.
Forty years ago while still in high school (you can easily do the math, I know), a hurricane blew into our small town in New Brunswick. It was infamously known as the Groundhog Gale. It was a life changer, if you recall, for all of you who might be reading from the Bay of Fundy. Fishing boats (our lifeblood) were destroyed. Homes damaged. Hearts broken.
Not every Groundhog Day yields such ferocity. This year at the Lake House on Huron it was a balmy 10 degrees Celsius. No snow, just teasing sunshine and massive flocks of geese in the farmer’s field nearby.
At the same time, we are planning to converge at the home of our grandson to celebrate this year of teen times. When I think grandson visits, I get busy in the kitchen. Food can be love and this Nana loves her grandson! I think about things to prepare or take along that will be enjoyed at some point during the weekend. Of course, the now expected taco dinner will be augmented with some extra special touches. My mind happily busies itself thinking of ways to demonstrate my love and desire to celebrate this awesome young man.
From the moment we knew he was coming into the world, our hearts grew along with the baby. When he arrived and when his mommy put him on the phone for the first time, we were ecstatic with joy. We are now officially ‘grandparents’ – the name that speaks pure love.
We have been an active part of his life always – and it has been such a privilege for us to be there with him. We have shared so many meals, games, school, holidays – our grandson love tank is overflowing. Our current role is hockey fan. We try to get to as many games as possible and share time with him. Life is simply better when we have a ‘fix’ with our grandson.
We, like so many grandparents, could go on and on about this magnificent young man. We see how he is developing. We interact with him. We are really excited to see what a great guy he is becoming. Blessed beyond words.
Our lives have intersected in so many deep meaningful ways that the bond is very tight. We know that now and always our relationship with our only (we say favourite) grandson is secure. We look forward to seeing what is next – school, sports, church, all of those big decisions that will be made at some point that will, to some degree, redefine him as a man.
We are so thankful for him in our lives. The first week of February is a big week. Groundhog Day and hopes of early spring, grandson day and hopes for the future – and yes, even Super Bowl 50 has its own cachet of hope, I suppose. My grandson loves it – that’s all I know. And that’s all I need to know about that!