Can I just tell you how much I love my dad?
He is so awesome and he’s such an amazing dad and grandfather. He loves Thad so much and it’s so awesome to see them together.
Growing up I only had one grandpa for a short time (pictured above with my brother around ’82). My mom’s dad passed away before I was born and my dad’s dad passed away when I was three. Though I was quite young when he passed, I remember him and our time together.
Here’s a picture of us in the summer of 1982 when I was two. (As a sidebar, today I went to my parent’s house to go through the old photo albums my grandmother kept and I think that most of the pics of my grandpa and me have already been stolen by, well, me.)
We had such a special bond. He was my favorite and I’m pretty sure I was his. You see, there’s this thing that I had going for me…. I was the only girl born into the the family in 75 years. Lucky me.
I can remember sitting on his lap and sharing pudding with him. I can remember when he got sick and how I knew he wasn’t okay. I can remember going over to visit and going into his dark bedroom where he was sleeping during the day with the oxygen tank nearby and just sitting on the floor next to the bed just so I could be near him. I also remember the smell of cancer and of old people and of dying. And then I remember the funeral. I remember all four of us in the LTD my grandparents gave my parents and screaming after the funeral because a spider was coming down from the ceiling of the car (I still am petrified of spiders to this day) and my dad yelled at me to be quiet because he was upset. I quickly quieted down still recall the very thought I had: Daddy’s upset because his dad died.
I knew what was going on, and while I didn’t have that sadness that people have when they lose someone they love, I knew my dad was hurting and I knew I couldn’t comprehend that hurt completely.
Fast forward to today. My little man is a solid 16 months and he is amazing and bright as ever. On the weekends my dad finds excuses to come over and either drop things off or help us with little projects we simply aren’t getting around to (change a few lightbulbs, no problem).
Right around that time my dad also gave us a wagon that he and his friend made for Thad. I’m pretty sure he started making this wagon in early December. He was so excited when he “unveiled” it. We wanted a Radio Flyer type wagon, but this one is a million times better.
Check it out.
Here’s a solid shot of the wagon. Check out the tires and super sturdy construction.
Thad is loving this wagon. We only walked about 1/2 a mile, but he was in HEAVEN.
Here’s a special addition to the wagon. Yes, it’s an old Datsun emblem. As the story goes, my mom used to have this little Datsun truck and well, I really couldn’t pronounce truck when I was a wee-one (I used an f -sound and dropped the r) so my parents told me the truck was actually called a motorcycle. And because of all of this, Thad now has his own motorcycle.
And what the heck… why not include a few cute baby dog shots?
Don’t you just love his green vest? Thank you Osh’Kosh and Target.