Carry Him One More Time

It's funny what went through my mind…the joy….the wonder….the pride when I looked into the eyes of my grandson, as he looked into the eyes of his bride. As I watched this wonderful young man…I found it difficult to understand…. where all the time has gone since I could pick him up… and carry him with one hand? Since I took him for walks in his stroller…. and pointed out all the things there were to see. When did this little boy I use to cradle… become taller and wiser than me? I still see that same smile…that same eagerness… that same innocence and joy as I saw in him every time I picked him up when he was a little boy. But gone are the days I could pick him up… or tuck him into bed snug as a bug in a rug Those times I would carry him around the house when he visited have been replaced with a ‘Hi PopPop" and a hug. Oh I am not complaining…everything is great…it's wonderful…it's good. Life has moved on as it is meant to move on…as it always should. But as I stood there watching Damien marry the love of his life…. when I heard the wedding bell chime…. I thought back and wondered how great it would be If I could pick him up with one hand and carry him… one more time.