Charlie and Trent love to stay with me when Trent comes home
to visit. It was actually because of a funny story I told Lauren last week that
she insisted I start writing in my journal again.
One day last week, we had been fishing all day. I was hot,
sunburned, and worn out. To make it even worse, a few days earlier I had bent
over and thrown my back out, so by the time we got home I was more than ready
to lie down and hope the pain would ease.
After I took a shower, I told the boys I was going to my
room to rest while they played their Xbox games. My back was finally starting
to feel better, and I was just drifting off to sleep when suddenly I smelled
smoke.
Let me tell you — that’s never a good sign when you’ve got
two boys loose in the house! I jumped up and ran into the kitchen, asking what
on earth was burning.
Charlie looked at me calmly and said, “I was just trying to light the oven.” He
went on to explain, “That’s how we do it at the hunting camp, Pawpaw. You turn
it on, wait for the click, and then light it with a paper towel.”
All I could do was laugh.
Until you’ve had grandsons running around your house at
night, you haven’t truly lived. At least now that they’re older, I’m not as
worried about going to sleep — last year they pulled all kinds of pranks on me
while I was trying to rest!
I just hope that many years from now, they’ll remember these
wild, funny nights with Pawpaw as some of the best times of their lives. I know
I’ll carry these memories with me forever — right up until my very last day.
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