It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas

Well, Mimi and Pa are off on another adventure. We have loaded up Van the Man (our VW Bus) and are heading south to Yosemite for Christmas. When M and P travel, they like to go with the flow, roll with the wind, and tumble like the tumbleweeds.
But this trip, we have the kids we're traveling with. I mean our grown up kids and their kids. Traveling with a family of five (in their own car) is different. They stop more, they take longer at those stops, and it is always very noisy. Lots of "I Wants" and "I Don't Want To's". When you are middle aged and approaching middle age (like Mimi is), your tolerance for those kinds of things is a little thin. It kind of makes the hair stand up on the back of your neck...until...well until they say..."PA...MIMI...we love you." This statement is usually accompanied by a big hug and a squeeze...suddenly...it all seems worth it. All the different demands and schedules and stops seem so worth it...so...well...looked forward to.
Now don't get me wrong...the freedom and independance to do what you want is still very attractive. But the joy of interuptions far out weighs the joy of independance. It's kinda like what happens with God. It is awesome to have independance, but it is always better to have Him interupt your schedule. Yeah...grandkids are clearly from God. As we always say...Grandkids are your reward for not killing your own kids.