LAUREL COUNTY, Ky. — It’s been three weeks since my Texans were here for a couple of days and I’m still basking in the after-glow.
My daughter, Genny; her husband, Scott Tesh; and their three kids, son Mazzen who is 11; son Ramzy, 8; and daughter Isabel (Izzy), 2.4, but going on 12. The Maz is into basketball and iPads, Ramzo is into guitar and iPads and Izzy-ka-dizzy-ka-do is into absolutely everything that isn’t securely locked and bolted down.
Genny teaches American Culture and English to international students at the University of Houston. Scott calls himself a “geek whisperer” for Dell where he develops and teaches online seminars for computer technicians across the country and around the world that enable them to communicate with folks like you and me.
They are both extremely busy and it’s usually difficult for them get away from work and the boys away from school all at the same time. They managed 9 consecutive days off in August, four of which were on the road and five thinly spread visiting a host of friend and relatives in Tennessee and Kentucky. Two days with me is easily the best present I’ll get this year and far better medicine than anything injected or out of a pill bottle.
We put up lots of photographs on Facebook and exchange email and have the occasional phone call so it’s easy enough to keep up with health issues and sort of know what’s going from year to year, but there’s nothing to compare with 36 hours or so of touching-hugging-talking-laughing-eating together, broken up only with a scant few hours of sleep.
I hadn’t seen them in over a year. In fact, Izzy wasn’t even a year old, but when they pulled into my driveway she was yelling “Grandpa! Grandpa! Grandpa!” Her little arms stretched out as she tried to wiggle out of her kiddy seat. I slid the van door open and those arms were around my neck as she glared at her Mom and brothers and proclaimed “This is MY Grandpa. Allllllll mine.” In other words don’t even think about getting any of MY Grandpa.