I love my Grandpa very dearly. And I know that he does so much for me. But sometimes he drives me so crazy that I wonder why I love him so much.


What does he think he’s doing?



Does he really think that this is funny?





What, do I look like a trumpet?



Really, how undignified!




But just when I get to the point that I get so frustrated, and cannot seem to remember why I love him with all of my heart, he goes and does something so wonderful that I forget and forgive the hundreds of little things that once seemed like mighty mountains.


You made that just for me, thank you Grandpa.  No wonder I love you so much.