The Lord saw fit to bless me immensely four years ago with my first grandchild. Man of man was he a beautiful baby and oh so chunky. he quickly became “Chunk” to me and that boy lit up our world like the star that led the wise men to baby Jesus. He was simply the most beautiful creature I had ever seen walk the planet Earth.
Fast forward to now and that Chunk is not so chunky and the pudgy little face is not so round, but he is still beautiful in his Grandy’s eyes. (That’s me...Grandy) He is a tad bit leaner and meaner these days as a four-year old, and the tales of his exploits at his pre-K classes in Malta are prone to make me both laugh with a near sadistic glee and shake my head in dismay at the same time.
I often wonder how my friend Stacy Starrett, who is the superintendent at Malta, has not gotten down on one knee in front of my beautiful grandson and pinched his little head off. The boy is ummmm...precocious.
