Grandpa Street

When you meet someone new and you welcome them into your life open your arms because you never know the role they will take on. You never know when you just might end up on Grandpa Street. I still remember the day I met the man my children now call Grandpa and Bapa. It was a sunny early spring afternoon, still snow on the ground here in Minnesota. I was pregnant with my first baby. Happiness sizzled from my mother in law just like the fajitas in front of me as we all got to know each other. Such an amazing feeling to witness when you see 2 people together who you know without a doubt were meant for each other. I knew he was special, though I had no idea how very special he would be to me. While not biologically, he’s my kids grandpa by heart. One who jumps right in and digs in the sandbox with them, watches any kid movie requested and is the only one in this whole world I will allow to call my daughter Chuck. He always gets down to their level to say hello. It truly is the little thoughtful things that count. From joke telling to apple picking he does it all and they always have an excited smile when they see him. He has always lended a helping hand to my family and has always had extra room in his heart for my kids. Gentle, fun, kind soul. I dedicate this to him on a special day. Grandpa Street is special with you on it. Happy Birthday, Grandpa Boyd.