As this week comes to an end, my heart is both full and heavy at the same time.
It is full, because I am wonderfully blessed. Time spent earlier in the day with a house full of children, their spouses, and grandchildren playing together throughout the house, and with everyone enjoying for the umpteenth time Nana’s world famous brisket, cornbread casserole, bacon wrapped green beans, and, of course, banana pudding, makes it easy for me to both feel and know I am wonderfully blessed.
It is heavy, because I wish I would have had more opportunities to share these beautiful children and grandchildren with their grandfather and great-grandfather, my father. Ours was a late-blooming relationship, which is something I wish would have worked out differently more-and-more with each passing year.
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