I consider myself very lucky that I still have a grandparent alive. My Grandpa is 98. 98! I love visiting him and hearing tales of his youth or his observations on life. He's very well-read. In fact, I'm usually pretty embarassed at what I DON'T know what I talk to him.
All four of my grandparents were a very big presence in my life growing up. We lived just about an hour away from them, and I spent a lot of time in the small town where they all lived.
So I love it when my own parents come for a visit. It's fun to see the boys interact with them. My Dad just left after a visit. Here are a few pics of the fun.
Finn and Grandpa out for a snowshoe.
Me falling down while snowshoeing.
Boys out for breakfast with Grandpa. I thought I asked for a croissant, but did not receive one upon their return...
First ever picture of Grandpa and all nine grandkids.
Grandpa and the boys.