Watching Ross with his Greats -

Watching Ross interact with mom and dad over the weekend was a real treat. He's very territorial with them - and it's amazing how they miss him when he heads home. They never seem to get enough. After he's gone and the house is quiet, they'll each sit and relax in "their favorite spot" - wondering when he'll be back. It brought to mind a poem I read by Barbara Burrows recently and it says it all....

Oh Lord, I do not ask for much,
Eternal beauty, or youth, or such.
Just give me a little hand to hold,
And I'll forget that I'm growing old.

I do not ask for cloudless skies,
A life that's free from tears and sighs.
Just give me a little face to kiss,
And anxious moments will turn to bliss.

For what is there, really, that means so much
As little hands that reach and touch,
As little eyes that search and see
Only the best in fragile me?

So let me grow more loving and wise
By looking at life through their wide eyes.
For through these little ones, you have given
These grateful grandparent's a glimpse of Heaven.