[Hunt for a Red October] When Grandpa Comes to Town

When Grandpa comes to town...

Five year olds learn chess 

(jumpstarting to intermediate or even advanced level, as only grandpa's can do)

Four year old's watch five year old's learn chess.

Archery skills are honed and take flight.

Books are read in a decidedly deeper, more booming voice, and without as much character enactment.

Tree forts plans are birthed, talked about, and then scaled down due to environmental reasons

(nevertheless, there is much pride in "my Grandpa knows how to build" and the fact that he is out there, directing the scrap gathering and construction.

Meals are shared and much time is spent gazing adoringly at this larger than life presence, 

who is actually here, with us.

Stories are told, of rivers and cabins and pet crows and the childhood dreams of another generation.

It is blessing my heart beyond what I am letting on, that the walls of separation, even for just these few short weeks, are being battered down and trampled to bits by all of these beautiful Grandpa moments.

This post also a part of The View From Here's theme of the week, {Our Gang}