This past Thanksgiving, my wife and I drove to our daughter Debbie’s home for the holiday. When we turned on their street, I saw my grandson Ethan shooting baskets with his best friend next door. We pulled in front of Debby’s home, and I heard a six -year old voice yelling "gran-pa’! When I opened the car door it was to step out to a leaping body with arms outstretched and love exploding. "O gran-pa," he said, "I’m glad you’re here!"
That is a great welcome. I loved it! . But how different it would have been if Ethan had walked up, put his arms around my waist and said "gran-pa’, would you get me a new Beyblade, a power ranger, a rescue hero, and a hot wheels track?" What a disappointment that would have been. I’d still love
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