We just spent a couple of weeks visiting Dan’s family and the first few days were spent visiting both sets of his grandparents. I was reminded yet again what a blessing it is to be able to spend time with these older family members. It is a privilege to hear their stories and to know that their journey has played a part in shaping our lives. Growing up, I only had one living grandparent, my grandma, and while I have few memories of her, I treasure those that I do have. Perhaps partly because of this, I love seeing them play with and enjoy our children, their great grandchildren. It actually makes me tear up thinking about how Aneliese ran up and gave her Oma a huge hug as we were leaving. These moments are ones to be held on to. Memories of time well spent and love shared.