Even small things can become life changing experiences..

So, i faced a dilemma this weekend, one that i'm ashamed of. My gramp's 82nd birthday was this weekend. Everyone that's still hanging around in ga on my dad's side of the family was there, even some that were visiting from cali. His birthday dinner was in rome, ga.. which is like a mini road trip away from my place. Not the ideal saturday i would plan for myself.. which is why i was ashamed.

Having people over mixed with some plans that were already in place, i decided not to go. To try to compensate for my lack of impersonal reason, i visited my gramps at his house the following day. To try to justify myself even more, I brought over a pretty plant that I bought. Only to find it was the worst of over 70 plants and cactus that they already owned.

In all n' all I think I lucked out. It was a much more personal experience that we got to have. My brother and I talked and hung out with the grandparents, just us. It had to be the only time I could remember that it was just us. Although there was a language barrier bigger than all the Americas.. I was able to pick things out and understand what they were trying to tell us.

They shared with us deep secrets within our family that were kept from us. I guess us being a bit older, it was acceptable for us to know.

Watching them age and become more fragile, it makes me think more and more about the history behind them. At the age of 82 and 80 they still have their inner strength and motivation as Christians.. Makes me wonder if i start now, will I be able to be half the people they are at that age.. or would i even make it that far.. To think I already know what family is, I always come to realize there's more I need to learn.

Anyways.. here's a couple pics from the visit.

me and the birthday boy

me and the cute couple