My grandson lives just a couple of blocks from a walkway over the main highway through town, U.S. Route 54. I drug him from his video game to walk over the bridge with me, trading my solitude in the golf course for loud traffic and a small child spinning in a forward direction for two full blocks. He’s seven. The ramp up to the bridge only slowed him down slightly, but he did stop spinning.
The greatest joy of my life is the time that Mary and I got to spend with Maxwell in his early years. I always said that I had spent more time with him in the first six months of his life than I spent with all of my grandparents combined throughout my entire life. It is the most precious bond imaginable.
My father and my grandfather were both Max, so this little man keeps them in my life for me. I hope I can keep this Sunday afternoon date with him. That will be just one more thing to cherish in this amazing life I have.