Day 19: The Few Good Ones

Tonight I went to my grandparent's house for an overdue and promised game night. It was so nice to sit with my grandparents and be reminded that there are genuinely good people in this world. I adore them more than it should be allowed.

In the middle of our game, my grandpa started singing some old time tongue twisting song that he must have learned in scouts growing up. He finished the song, that progresses to a break-neck tempo, and looked over at me. I was sitting there speechless, with my jaw on the floor, half chuckling. My grandpa, my grandma and I all simultaneously froze, looked at each other with a did-that-really-just-happen gaze, and broke out in a fit out laughter. One that left us all with tears streaming down rose red faces that were gasping for air through the strangling cachinnation. It was great! After we had recovered from the hilarity, all I could think to say was, "Grandpa, promise me you'll teach things like that to my kids."

"Are grand kids an eminent thing Meg?" he said jokingly.

"I'm afraid not grandpa. At least not from me. You see, I want children but I want to skip the whole husband part. There aren't any good ones anymore. They've quit making them like you."

And it couldn't be truer. My grandpa is amazing.  He's gentle.  He's hilarious. He's intelligent. He's compassionate. He's  grateful. He's brave. He's loyal. He means the world to me.

Sharing a special, and much needed moment, with my grandparents is what's right in the world.