Ever since I was little one of my favorite places to ride was up the road to visit my Grandpa. I would ride right up next to this window and wait until he would see me... he would always greet me with the biggest smile and a friendly wave. Oftentimes I would tie my horse up and go inside for a short visit. He was quick to offer me a cookie, tell me a story about a horse from his past or just offer me some daily encouragement. I never left his house without first getting a firm handshake and maybe a kiss on the cheek. And no matter what, he would always tell me how much he loved me, and that he was proud of me.
It's hard to believe that it has been almost two years since we have enjoyed a visit together, Grandpa. Tonight as I rode next to your window, I could imagine your cheerful smile through that glass... I would give an awful lot to once again firmly grip your big hand and tell you I love you. I know without a doubt that you loved me, because you never missed an opportunity to tell me. That is just one of the many things that I learned from you... and I am forever grateful. I miss you lots, Grandpa... and as you would always say..."I sure do love you..."
Always thank Jesus for those that He has given you... and never miss an opportunity to tell someone you love them! You won't have them around forever.