by Pat Antonopoulos
There is zero chance that I am a grump. Zero. Each time I think, "Well, maybe...just maybe I need to work on more 'up' and less grump, something wonderful happens.
It just did.
An email from my son:
"Mom, Frank, (his son, my grandson) is so delightful that it is delightful to me to think about how delighted you and Bob will feel when you are around him."
Those joy kind of tears that punch up from the heart and clog the throat.
How could a woman with knowledge of this depth of father-to-son love feels anything but joy.
And my son shares his son with me in emails like this.
No room for a grump.