An Easter Visit

This past Easter Sunday Jill and I took the boys over to my grandmother's for a quick visit. She is 90-something and loves her babies. I should know her exact age, but I can never remember it and it doesn't really matter. So long as we show with Tim Horton's tea and a baby, we're welcome. I took a picture of her holding Joshua, who is now 1 year old and, by the account of many, the son who looks most like me. She is smiling in all of the photos and Joshua, who is usually a twisting, flailing monkey when  you try to hold him, sat placidly on her lap. She was happy and he was content. I couldn't have scripted it any better.

42 years ago she held me like that. Often. For two years I was the only grandchild, so I imagine I was held a good deal. I'm hoping that years from now William will remember his 'Nanny Donut'. He's a smart boy and at an age where memories begin to stick. If her health holds perhaps Bo will have some hazy memories too. It's unlikely Joshua will, but I'll have photos such as this to show him. One of my uncles was there and we later exchanged emails about work and a book. In his last email he deviated from the thread and wrote "I was thinking over the weekend how things are playing out so well for you. You really struck it rich with that wife of yours and three boys." I know that of course. And looking at that photo I realize that I'm one of the fortunate few who has been wealthy from day one. The boys wore us down, but it was a good Easter :)