I have a lot of stuff to say about Grandpa.
He taught me to whistle on the night I was born and he was the ONLY one in the room who knew I was doing it.
When I had gas, he bounced me up and down to shake the bubbles loose even though it made him motion sick. It was okay; he just closed his eyes. He opened them when I burped and we just went on from there.
He built me a playroom. It took a bazillion hours and he had to stand on really tall ladders. Grandma helped a lot too. It's a kick-ass playroom. (Am I allowed to say that?) It has my name in the floor, for pete's sake.
He taught me how to push the computer button to look at my own pictures.
He set up like six different email accounts for me before I was born so nobody could take them while Mom made up her mind about what my name was going to be.
He takes me to the grocery store every Sunday and gets me all the samples. Lately he's even gotten stuff that's not in those sample buckets, like a whole cookie.
He's the first person I ever brought shoes. He deserved it. He's a good guy.
I guess what I'm saying is my grandpa just gets me. He speaks my language. See? (I mean, hear?)
I LOVE YOU, GRANDPA JOE!
2 comments:
LOVE this post. It is so sweet. :)
Andrew,
After many days of not being able to add a comment to this section of the blog, the option finally appeared on my computer screen. I'm absolutely sure that if you would have been sitting on my lap and helping me do the computer stuff, I would have found it (translation: you would have shown it to me) days ago.
So now, I get to tell you how much I love you and how much I love that we so easily get into each others' heads.
You whistled for me within an hour of being born, and we discovered within that same hour that we were both true fans of the theme song from THE GODFATHER. I, a fan of the music, and you, a fan of both the music AND the original Italian lyrics.
Pretty soon I'll tell you about a person named Liserl and her dog Hazzavey, and their grandma Nan. (for reasons that I don't fully understand, Nan sometimes spells her name with 2 N's at the end [Nann] and other times with only 1 [Nan]).
As soon as you know L&H, we'll begin telling each other about String Theory and it's 12 dimensions. Liserl's dad looked for a Grand Unified Theory his entire life, but could never find it. At least you and I will get to explain it to his daughter. You know . . . the "better late than never" thing
One of the main reasons that String Theory has 12 dimensions is because that's how many is needed to contain all the love I have for you.
Grandpa Joe
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