It was the Sunday after Christmas … our kids from Utah had already been with us since the Wednesday before when our gang from North Carolina showed up. It was the first time ever that our three grandsons (ages 9 months, 1 year 3 months, & 3 years) were together. I absolutely felt like the richest man on the planet! When you only see them once a year even their tantrums are cute.

It seemed to throw them off their game when they’re throwing a fit & Grandpa is laughing; that’s just not the reaction they were expecting. They weren’t going for cute, they weren’t trying to be entertaining, they were trying to whine & cry me into submission to their will. (Not that they flipped out very often mind you — most of the time they delighted us with their smiles & giggles.)

Since they’ve all gone home the house sure feels empty but I don’t think anyone has taken it harder than our Yorkie Callie. She thought she got three little boys for Christmas & somebody took them back!

– Pastor Joel Everhart