I have waited for years for what happened last night. Kyle Kenneth, our first grandson, came to visit the Granville Cottage. He brought his parents and his little brother, Oliver. He is two years old now.
For the first time last night I told him a story and he listened intently to every word. I think he knew that he was about to be banished to bed. I finished my story and it was quiet for a second, then he said; “More â€˜torries, Gampa. More â€˜torries.”
Ahh, music to my ears. More stories. Little man, you have no idea how many more stories I have for you.
He’s eating Cheerios and blueberries right here at the table while I am writing this.
Someday we will camp together and I will build a fire and we will lie in the tent and as the cool of night closes in the loons call and the crickets sing I will tell him stories until his little head nods into sleep.
Give ear, O my people, to my law; Incline your ears to the words of my mouth. I will open my mouth in a parable; I will utter dark sayings of old, Which we have heard and known, And our fathers have told us. We will not hide them from their children, Telling to the generation to come the praises of the LORD, And His strength and His wonderful works that He has done. For He established a testimony in Jacob, And appointed a law in Israel, Which He commanded our fathers, That they should make them known to their children; That the generation to come might know them, The children who would be born, That they may arise and declare them to their children, That they may set their hope in God, And not forget the works of God, But keep His commandments. Psalms 78:1-9
June 5, 2009