It is their bedtime and the boys are snuggled up in our bed with a movie on. Tonight marks the very first Grandma/Grandpa Night. I wasn't planning on these nights for a few months, but then again, I don't really know how to plan for this. None of us do.
Josh's parents are moving to Brazil. Selling mostly everything and following God's call to be a light and encouragement to the Brazilians and the Americans serving there. Once again, this gives us reason to look up to them as faithful servants. Examples of faith in our daily lives.
But Jake is five. And taking it very hard.
And yet, he needs this in his life. He needs these opportunities to see living sacrifice for the sake of the Gospel. He needs to see how hard it is for them to leave and he needs to feel what it is like to say goodbye. And he will need those many many talks that will come between us in response. Only God knows, but there very well may come a time when we pick up our family and move with the same purpose. This is good. It is right. By the grace of God, Jake will remember this later in life and I pray it will grow in him the kind of faith he can see in his grandparents.
But Jake is five. And it is very hard.
So tonight, after a mopey day, I was able to get an answer to my persistent question of "What's wrong, Jake?" Just three words: "Grandpa and Grandma."
So...Grandpa and Grandma Night is born. Times when they feel sad, and miss them, and just need to do some things that, left to our own devices, we would never do. Or do those things that became the glue of that special bond between the boys and their grandparents. I will never be grandma, but I sure can help them remember.
We love you, Grandma and Grandpa.