I've come to realize that while you can have many people that you look up to in your life, there is only a select few that you can admire enough to call a hero. My parents are two of those people, but my grandparents were the rest. Unfortunately, I have only one living grandparent left, and I thank God that I am now old (and I suppose wise) enough to value each and every moment I have with him. My grandpa Joe is 91 years old, and still as strong as an ox. He was tough as nails when my father was growing up, and though I'm sure he still could be today if he wanted, he is one of the biggest softies in the world when it comes to me. (Yes, I'll admit, I was ALWAYS grandpa Joe's girl.)
Every year my dad, grandpa, twin sister and I all have contests to see whose garden grows the best tomatoes, and every year our tall tales get bigger... i.e.: "Grandpa, the Army ROTC just got called in! My tomatoes are getting so big they thought it was a terrorist threat!" Yea, it's bad.
I love him more than I can say, and have been on a drive lately to get photos that I can keep for generations. So, at our New Years dinner, I got him to appease me for a bit (and we have another coming up soon I've assured him). He loved it, and even gave me some 'mafia' poses. I had to share them.



