A Generational Get-Together

My grandfather is in town this week, which means my son has been enjoying the company of his great grandfather.

I believe, there are moments in life, when we sit back and soak it all in, our breath can easily be taken away. I have had a few of these moments this week. You see, my grandfather lost the love of his life, my grandmother, a few years ago to cancer. She was his North, he sense of direction, his home. As much as I miss my grandma, my heart breaks a little more when I see him sitting by himself, looking off into the distance. I can't help but cringe when I think of the dinners he eats alone, the holiday mornings with no one there. I best stop there before I cry.

Anyways, this week, there have been a few moments that I will keep with me for all eternity. My grandfather was singing to my son, and together they let out deep, belly laughs. There smiles and giggles are forever etched in my mind. Then, there was the scene of my husband and grandfather gathered around the fire pit on a chilly evening, swapping stories 'round the fire. Even with the soft glow of the flames, I can still see the smile across their faces.

We have a few more days together. I plan on taking it all in, while cooking hearty, nourishing meals, just like my grandma used to make. I love having a houseful of men who need meals to be cooked, laundry to be cleaned, dishes to be washed.

This was my grandmother with my aunt and my mom. She was the epitome of a gracious lady.

Now if you will excuse me, I have much to make in the kitchen in preparation for tomorrow. Cooking is part of my love language. Nothing says 'I love my family' better than a warm meal.