Grandpa Lessons 2

We sat side-by-side, sharing a piano bench eating lunch. My three-and-three-quarters-year-old grandson sat on my right, shoveling food into his mouth and chattering nonstop between bites. Without preamble, he slipped his left hand into the crook of my left elbow and left it there for over a minute; a connection of love and recognition that warmed my heart down to its very cockles. He withdrew it, again without explanation. For him, the event will be lost in the myriad of events flooding his expanding brain; a blip on the radar of his world. But for grandpa, what an electrifying moment; what a joy: to be loved without reserve, to be acknowledged in his world. Daddy is like that too, longing for the spontaneous, loving touch of spirit to Spirit; of linking arm in arm in a spontaneous, loving touch. 7/13