Some of you know this – most probably don’t. Owen’s middle name, Lane, came from my Grandpa on my dad’s side. My Grandpa Lane has always been kind of a quieter guy, but that’s not to suggest that he wasn’t/isn’t active. I have so many memories from my childhood of hanging out with him, whether he was taking me to McDonald’s and a movie, going to Royals games (that’s right, baby, the pride of the American League Kansas City Royals!), or bowling at Lucky Strike lanes.
Anyway, just as my Grandpa took an interest in my childhood, he’s doing the same for his little namesake. Since Owen was a baby, my grandpa’s had an uncanny way of bringing a smile to the O-man’s face. This past Christmas reminded Emily and I both of that. Especially after Owen got a hold of my grandpa’s new “winter hat.”
The two continued to wrestle around on the floor… and the whole family watched with a collective smile. A pretty big one at that.
ok. that’s the sweetest thing i’ve ever seen. your grandpa laying on the floor, playing with Owen. i love it!
TJ, thanks for the tribute about Dad.
Just brought tears to my eyes. Thanks for sharing!