Grandparents Day...aren't they just that..."GRAND"?

Where do I begin this post? It is hard to put into words the way Grandparents affect our lives...each and every day.

My Granddaddy Sands died when I was 3 years old and I don't remember him, but I love to listen to stories about him. My Granny Sands died in 2001 and I vividly remember her being a part of mine and Whit's life. I sure do miss her!!

My Granddaddy Kuykendall was killed in a heavy equipment accident when I was about 8 years old. I remember how he loved to play dominoes and Uno. My Granny Kuykendall is 88 years old! She is my only living grandparent. She is one fantastic cook!!

My Whit is so blessed with her grandparents...my Mom and Dad, aka, Nanny and PawPaw and Poppa, her father's Dad.

Thank you to all the grandparents in the world, you make it, well, just GRAND!!