There is something wonderful about the sparkle of love, and the joy that carries through a good wrestling match with grandpa.
Grandpa needs as many naps as the little fellow, but he comes out full of fun and vigor, the winner of the match undeclared. I think they all won this time.
Although it isn’t a Rembrandt, I really like the joy of a moment captured, that maybe will be appreciated by the boys after we are gone, a remembrance of their grandfather.
Meanwhile, we await the Lord’s return, and love what He has given us until He comes.