Disclaimer: this is my blog not an encyclopedia. I get to say anything I want and if you don’t agree you can get your own blog. I am not trying to hurt anyone’s feelings or get anyone’s underwear in a knot. This is just what I think and in the land of fish and chips and salsa, what I think is right. Now on to today’s post.
My grandparents are better than yours. And yours. And yours. I don’t know who many of you out there reading this are but I know one thing, my grandparents are better than yours. You know that bumper sticker that says “my kid can kick your honor student’s butt” ? Well my Nana can kick your Nana’s butt and still make dinner, and my Honey can kick your…wait, no one else gets to have a Honey, just ME (and Jake and Devon but that’s beside the point). I don’t know a lot, but I know that I won the grandparent lottery.
I have been playing around with this entry for forever and still can not come up with the proper angle. I have written posts for mother and fathers’ day and those were no less emotional, but I felt they were easier to define. Most people have mothers and fathers and know a great deal about those relationships. But for grandparents’ day? I have a hard time reconciling the nondescript title of grandparents with everything Nana and Honey are to me. I could tell stories for hours but I don’t know how well you would like a billion word blog post. I could tell you of Saturday nights and elevator rides and hours spent playing school, but I feel like there is no way I could convey their importance in a few words. I could tell you about all the things they have done for me but I don’t want it to seem I love them for the perks!
Let me say this. I wish the kind of love that they give me on everyone I know because it is one of the most precious things in my whole life. I hope everyone has someone who will see The Best Little Christmas Pageant as many times as Nana and Honey have willingly endured it. I hope you have someone who will take you to Braum’s for chocolate almond ice cream, run behind your bike when you are learning to ride, hide dollars in their shoes for when you get a good report card, let you make terrible messes in their kitchen to this day, wear a pink tie to your wedding and travel all the way to London to see you. I hope you have someone who not only loves you despite your faults but doesn’t even see them. I hope you have someone whose presence in your life is nothing but joy. And if you have that, I hope you never have to move 5,000 miles away from them. I hope you never have to give them hugs knowing that you won’t get to give them another one for six months.
Nana and Honey, happy grandparents’ day. I love you more than I could ever put into words and I miss you every single day. I can’t wait to see you soon. Love, Andrea
I am sure all of you have wonderful grandparents and I am in no way trying to insult them. Mine are just better.