My oldest grandson turned 21 years old today, which makes him officially an adult. I have been spending some time going through old pictures and seeing how this transformation occurred. He has always been a positive and happy person from the beginning. Being the oldest of the siblings and his niece naturally made him the overseer. In the photos he often stood behind and had his arms around the younger ones as if to show he had their backs. And when he was old enough, he spent a lot of time caring for them. He actually still does. Perhaps this is what made him such an empathetic person, in my opinion. Since they moved here a few years ago, he has spent time caring for my mom until it was beyond his skill set. She still enjoys seeing him, though, and can’t believe he turned 21. We called him this morning and sang Happy Birthday to him. He was gracious as usual. He has a good and loving heart and I am grateful for our close relationship.

I Found God today in my grandson.