Special Kind of Love.

I've heard of grammies and grampies and Mee-maws and pee-paws, grandmas and grandpas and Mams and Paps. I've had two grandmas and a Lulu, two Papas and a Pop. And through this list, I'm realizing more with each day that it's a special kind of love to identify with these titles.




One that cuddles and coos.


And does anything for a grin.




And melts when the babies reach back for them.


One that doesn't tire after hours of doodling and pushing pink bikes.


And cheers for every accomplishment, mighty or tiny.


And makes memories of moments.








And cherishes and savors and lingers with every first.








Yes, it's a special kind of love to be a papa or nana.


One I'm so very blessed to raise my children under.