this year, from February to September, we had two extra people in our household. Two of the best kind of people – grandparents! (Also known as my parents for 30 years, but you know, when the grandbabies come along, that’s not such a big thing anymore. I kid! I kid.)
Grandma Meri and Papa Keith moved in with us for what they anticipated would be a few months. Their house had sold and their next assignment, as houseparents for a maternity shepherding home run by the Metro Women’s Center, wasn’t quite ready yet. The Amazing Grace house needed some work done (translated – massive remodeling) and so they needed a place to stay in the interim.
Of course, we were only too glad to have them stay with us. Our downstairs can function almost as its own little space for guests, so we moved junk out of the way and they set up their little room. Days stretched into weeks, weeks into months and months into almost the whole year. It was a treasure of 2012 that I will forever be grateful for.
The kids loved having them here. I loved having them here. Kyle was glad to have them here. (I’m so glad he and my parents get along so nicely.) Jack loved going down and seeing what Papa and Grandma were up to. Most of Taylor’s first year in this world had Grandma and Papa in it on a daily basis.
Now they’ve been gone to their new house for a month and we miss them. Even if they hadn’t done so much for us and invested so much into our lives in the time they were with us, we’d miss them. But the truth is, they are generous people.
My dad fixed things around the house that Kyle hadn’t had a chance to do. My mom was the Magical Laundry Fairy while she lived here. Clothes would go down the chute dirty and come up in baskets, clean and folded. Countless books were read to two eager little people. Groceries were delivered. Many snuggles given, many games played. Papa Keith took Jack on bike rides and taught him important bike safety. Grandma Meri got out special toys and played fun games with Jack while I made supper or put Taylor to bed. Kyle and I were so blessed too – a lot of marriage building and encouraging happened over those 9 months while Mom and Dad kindly watched the kids or stayed here after they were in bed while we ducked out for time together.
Yes, their gifts to us were many. And now as we have adjusted to the new normal of just our little family again, we are thankful for the time we had with them. I know the memories will continue to be a lasting kindness. Their new house isn’t too far away for visits and sleepovers both ways. We’ll be grateful that they (and the Puelston grandparents) are within an hour’s drive and not thousands of miles away like so many of our friend’s parents/families.
But we miss you, Papa Keith and Grandma Meri!