I thought I would use this day to send birthday wishes to my Grandpa Ensign. 🙂
Though he is many years young, he just celebrated his 18th birthday on Leap Day, 2010. My grandpa always gives me the advice to “never take a wooden nickel”, so of course, in honor of his 18th birthday, I had sent him a couple of wooden nickels to use at the casino. (Being that he was FINALLY officially of legal age to gamble! Get it?)
Really though, being born on a cool day is only one of the really interesting things that I would like my boys to one day know about their Great Grandfather. I hope that one day when they are old enough to look back on these musings of mine, they will recall stories of a little girl who loved her sweet grandfather. My favorite memory of my grandfather was that when I was young, he would take both of my hands and always let me walk my feet up the front of his body until I could do a somersault around his hands. I used to look so forward to doing this. I also looked forward to the Keebler cookies he would always find for me.
And, I was a pretty lucky girl. My grandfather just so happens to be the best fisherman around! (Or, at least the very best fisherman I’ll ever know.) And though I have no interest in touching fish or hooks, I loved that Grandpa taught me to drive his brand new boat! (I think I was 8 or 9 at that time… can’t remember for sure. Either way, probably too young to be driving.) He and Grandma Marilyn were also kind enough to travel with me. They once took me to Dollywood, and although I’m no fan of country music, I had a fantastic time. (Okay… maybe there’s a select few songs from that time period on the country stations that I may or may not sing along to these days when I hear them…) And traveling with Grandpa always meant eating well, as Grandpa happens to have a knack for finding the very best pie for miles around, regardless of location.
My favorite Grandpa story as an adult happened when he and my father helped me move away to college. After loading up all of my belongings, and prior to taking off for the road, my father sat me down and talked to me, reminding me not to speed in front of Grandpa. I set my cruise just a bit above the speed suggestions… and my grandfather impatiently went zooming by after about a half hour of tailgating me. I was obliged at that point to follow his lead, in spite of my father’s warning words. And luckily, no sirens, lights or tickets were issued, and so this remains a very fun story for me to tell. My grandfather was cool as ever that day!
Though I’m disappointed life has taken me so far from home, it’s a comfort to know that my grandparents have taken the time to come out to our new home and visit, and to know that they are proud of what we have accomplished. I hope one day my boys will look back and know that they had the Greatest of Great Grandpas, ever.
Happy Birthday, Grandpa!