This morning, I made fried eggs with hot sauce on top and toast on the side.
As I pulled out the hot sauce, Bashful warily asked, "What's that?" since it didn't really look promising. I said, "It's hot sauce. My grandpa used to make me eggs like this all the time."
I looked down at my growing son and realized how many years have passed by since Grandpa's death. I've had two more sons since then.
I have a picture of my grandpa holding Bashful when he was a baby. I remember him gently patting the baby's butt while holding him on his lap. He was sitting outside on his porch enjoying the beautiful West Virginia weather and Bashful was content to bask in his great-grandfather's attention and feel the warm breeze in his hair.
I also remember taking another picture. Grandpa was older then and this time it was Sleepy's turn to sit on Grandpa's lap. Bashful had grown tall and was standing next to Grandpa's chair. Grandpa looked very different in this picture. His body was much thinner and he looked frail sitting in that chair with a blanket over his legs.
Today, my mind runs back to the time when I was a young girl. Whenever we came to visit, my siblings and I looked forward to his boisterous greetings. My grandpa had a mischievous side to him. I get the expression "he's pulling your leg" from him. He loved gag gifts and April Fool's jokes.
He raised rabbits (which is every child's dream) and had the best dang garden I ever saw. I always wish that I had a green thumb like he did. The man could grow anything.
I remember the first time I had fried eggs with hot sauce. I had been watching him eat eggs like that for years and finally said yes when he asked if I wanted hot sauce on top.
They were delicious.
So many memories go through my mind as I run my fingers through my son's beautiful, blond hair. I wish that he could have known grandpa longer and known him like I did. I know that it's not possible until we are all together in Heaven, but until then, I can make him fried eggs with hot sauce and tell him stories about his great-grandfather.
As I pulled out the hot sauce, Bashful warily asked, "What's that?" since it didn't really look promising. I said, "It's hot sauce. My grandpa used to make me eggs like this all the time."
I looked down at my growing son and realized how many years have passed by since Grandpa's death. I've had two more sons since then.
I have a picture of my grandpa holding Bashful when he was a baby. I remember him gently patting the baby's butt while holding him on his lap. He was sitting outside on his porch enjoying the beautiful West Virginia weather and Bashful was content to bask in his great-grandfather's attention and feel the warm breeze in his hair.
I also remember taking another picture. Grandpa was older then and this time it was Sleepy's turn to sit on Grandpa's lap. Bashful had grown tall and was standing next to Grandpa's chair. Grandpa looked very different in this picture. His body was much thinner and he looked frail sitting in that chair with a blanket over his legs.
Today, my mind runs back to the time when I was a young girl. Whenever we came to visit, my siblings and I looked forward to his boisterous greetings. My grandpa had a mischievous side to him. I get the expression "he's pulling your leg" from him. He loved gag gifts and April Fool's jokes.
He raised rabbits (which is every child's dream) and had the best dang garden I ever saw. I always wish that I had a green thumb like he did. The man could grow anything.
I remember the first time I had fried eggs with hot sauce. I had been watching him eat eggs like that for years and finally said yes when he asked if I wanted hot sauce on top.
They were delicious.
So many memories go through my mind as I run my fingers through my son's beautiful, blond hair. I wish that he could have known grandpa longer and known him like I did. I know that it's not possible until we are all together in Heaven, but until then, I can make him fried eggs with hot sauce and tell him stories about his great-grandfather.
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