Monday, February 9, 2009

9th Day of Love

I love Glen because he LOVES, LOVES, LOVES his children. They have been his main delight - might we even say his hobby. He loves them:

Even when he has to share his snow cone.

Especially when they "heart" him.

Even when they blow out his birthday candles.


Even though coaching t-ball is hot in Arizona.

Even when they teepee his bed.
(Especially when they teepee his bed.
He's just sorry he missed the actual activity.)

Even when the field trip chaperone is expected to get wet, too.


Even when the baby in the stroller becomes taller than he is
(all his sons are taller, this one is just much taller.)

Even when he drives an older station wagon instead of a flashy sports car.

But mostly because they jump for joy because he's right in the middle of the fun.

Glen always made a point of taking a child with him on errands whenever possible. (I looked forward to him being at home so that I didn't have to take anyone with me!) He knew that one on one attention was a great way to make a child feel special.

1 comment:

Susan said...

Obviously, Eric had a great example in this - he, too, takes the kids with him wherever he goes. While I would do just about anything to run errands alone, he actually ENJOYS having them with him (most of the time, anyway). Of course, my kids love their crazy Grandpa - they always have fun with him.