Papa

It makes my heart smile to see my own kids with MY grandfather.
I know that Sundays have got to be his favorite day,
because he is with family, but more importantly,
his GREAT grandkids.
When we drive to my parents' house, we talk about who we will see.
Molly goes through the list:
"Nana...Papa...Kitty...Papa"
Papa Red is proud of us, and even more proud of these special
little people. I know, just like the rest of us, he feels a little sad
that Grandma Pearl didn't get as much time with them.

I remember spending days and nights at their house.
Grandpa would play lots of tricks on my Grandma.
We would walk to McDonald's,
and on the way, we would stop at a fountain on the way.
I remember him drawing anchor tattoos on our arms.
And hiding our Easter baskets.
And wearing crazy wigs.
And letting us crush the cans to recycle them.
I remember his blue truck and camper.

My kids will remember him differently,
but the same.

We love Papa Red!