As a father, there is something I love of large family events when all our living generations gather together again: the idea and belief that some of the most special and important people in our lives have not come into our lives—not even created yet.
How cool is that?
I wonder who and how they’ll be; as with my children, what in them I’ll recognize of me; what we’ll share, what will make them special and unique; and how with our children now, in another age and time, our lives will center on them for a while.
To wonder takes nothing away from the present. If anything, it makes me appreciate it more; to see the love of our parents toward our own children; our own grandparents, still living, toward the same.
It is all so special, all such a gift; and it lives on as long and rich as our lineage in perpetuity toward its merge or end.
I love being a dad, and should God will, I will love being a grandfather; and everything and all else God affords and gifts me to be. How cool is that?