Bizarre. It seems like only a little while ago I was in high school wondering what I would be when I grew up. And apparently according to the phone call I received the other day the answer to the “what am I going to be” question is . . .a grandfather. Some- one asked if I still thought of my daughter as a little girl and there are times I still think of Denn as a little boy.

A grandfather? Grandfathers are old men who wear cardigans and smell musty. When did that happen? And where was I when it happened?

The Bible tells us that our lives are like a mist, here for but a short time and then gone. And it’s true. I blinked and my daughter was on her way to becoming a mother.

Someone said that grandchildren are God’s reward for letting our children live and I’m about to find out.

Both of my Grandfathers passed away while I was still a child, so I don’t have strong memories of them but my goal is for Grandpa to be one of my grandkid’s favourite people. And if that involves spoiling them, then so be it.

Have a great week and remember: To see what is really possible, you will have to attempt the impossible.