MawMaw & PawPaw

E and I are sneaking away for a quick little trip to Mawmaw and Pawpaw's house in the deep south. It's a 5-hour trek from our little corner of the world, so it's not an easy distance to make with a toddler. We went part of the distance this evening, and will rise before the sun to complete our journey in the wee hours of the morning. If you knew my Mawmaw and Pawpaw, you'd understand that even a few moments with them is worth driving a hundred thousand miles.

Mawmaw and Pawpaw are my dad's parents. They have never met a stranger. Though they own a clock in every room that makes some kind of nature sound, they never seem to make it anywhere on any kind of time schedule. They would give anyone the shirt off their back, the money in their wallet, the song in their heart any day, any time, anywhere, for any reason. They love Jesus with all of their hearts and walk in it each and every day. They pray for everybody in the family by name every single day. They use everything they own until it dies a slow and painful death. They keep everything they've ever been given, purposeful or otherwise. They have beaten more games and forms of Solitaire than it is humanly possible to count. They are absolutely polar opposite personalities, except for the fact that they are both stubborn as mules. They are passing on the heritage of loving and believing in and following the Living God. They love to fish. They own an Atari that still works. They are Heros and Giants of the faith. They make the best cinnamon rolls ever. They understand the value of family and community.

They are my Mawmaw and Pawpaw. And I can't wait to see them tomorrow!!