Yesterday, my grandson called me “just to talk.” We talked about school, football, church, and his new love of golf. We laughed. We laughed again.
After 45 minutes, he told me he had to go. The entire conversation was “just to talk.”
Whatever undeserved human recognition I get, whatever positions I have held, they all pale in comparison to having a grandson who “just wants to talk.”
I love my family.
I love them all so very much.