I’m curious this morning.
My children accepted January’s joy dare. Naming three gifts from God a day. Writing them in a notebook.
Intentional thanks living.
I wonder what they’ve captured.
I notice Caleb’s joy journal on the table.
Thirty one days of January completed.
And I am overwhelmed at the depth of his joys.
A twelve-year-old giving thanks.
Caleb lost his grandfather suddenly and tragically twenty months ago.
And he writes of joy.
The time I got to spend with Grandpa.
Pictures of him for me to remember him by.
And to draw.
I find this picture framed in Caleb’s bedroom.
He sketched his grandfather from a photo.
And on each side of Grandpa a treasure.
A special duck because Grandpa knew how much his lil’ man loved ducks.
And grandpas give simple yet deeply meaningful gifts.
And another remembrance of valuable time spent with Grandpa.
When Zorro costs too much on eBay for a grandson to afford, a grandpa makes time to create, with great detail, a Zorro for that boy.
Because grandpas give from the heart.
And even though he’s gone, Grandpa is still giving.
Today I have been given joy by treasuring Caleb’s joys.