Saturday morning. I opened the door to my daughter’s apartment. I was met with my excited eight-year-old Grandson and thirteen – year old Granddaughter.
James was bursting with important news.
“Guess what Papa! I’m native!”
“Wow!”
“Yeah! Wow! Mommy says that I have a little Ukrainian in me, and a little Irish, but mostly, I’m Native!”
“Wow!”
“What are you Papa?”
“Nobody’s ever asked me that before. Well, I’m English. I’ve got a lot of French in me. And we’re from northern Europe so I guess I got some Viking in me.”
“Wow!”
“Yeah, Wow!”
So my Grandson put his hand in mine (‘Because the cars can’t see me because I’m small’) and we walked across the parking lot into MacDonald’s.
Just so very happy to be us.
Rick Ranson 