My Papa

My Papa.  He's the kind of man that you want your sons to grow up to be like.  Faithful, married to the same  (lovely) woman for over half a century.  A good ol' boy with deep, Christian values.  The kind of man that makes you laugh, gives good hugs and always lets you know how proud he is of you...just for being you.  My Papa is the kind of man that will go out of his way to bring something by your home...just because he was "in the area" and thought you'd like what he had found for you.  The kind of man that opens doors for ladies and warms up the car in the winter for his wife.  My Papa is the kind of man that will go back into the grocery store to give the cashier girl a piece of paper with encouraging words on it.  Just because he thought she needed that little extra breath of hope in her day.  That's my Papa.  He is also the kind of man, at 80+ years old that will get down on his hands and knees, kneeling, and will gently clean off the graves of our two sons...because it's Memorial Day weekend and the family will be visiting the grave site...to pay respect and honor to the men and women who have given up their lives for our country...and to remember the littlest of lives that have impacted our hearts so deeply.  That's My Papa.  And I love him so much.

Papa, thanks for taking such tender care of my babies, it means the world to me.  

I love you more than words can say.  

*Grace*