When I think my heart is filled to the brim with love – for my man, my children, their spouses, my parents, my brother and his family, our friends – grandchildren arrive.
I wonder how more love happens. Somehow I don’t have to squeeze each one into an already full heart – they suddenly occupy a huge chunk of it with no one else kicked out.
Street opera on a San Francisco alley.
Flash. My guy and I walk the city of San Francisco with our son and two of his boys, 3 and 1 ½. We watch the ice skaters in the middle of Union Square, eat vendor pretzels, pant up hills (with the boys sharing a stroller), listen to the opera singer standing in the alley, and then somehow end up in a men’s clothing store, one that my man has bought clothes from since our son was his sons’ age.
As we finger the cotton shirts and silk ties, the two shop owners, now in their 60s, exclaim, “three generations of one family!’ and I feel a burst of pride. I don’t why. I haven’t done anything.
The 1-year-old runs around the store with his pudgy bow-legged stance, finding everything at one-foot-high level that is dangerous.
The 3-year-old just sits on the floor looking up at the four men talking about important topics, like football and the stock market.
Suddenly, out of the blue, he touches my guy’s leg. “PaPa,” he says. The men don’t hear him. My little grandson waits patiently.
“PaPa,” he says again, not any louder.
PaPa stops talking and looks down at his grandson.
“PaPa,” our little grandboy continues as if in the middle of his quiet bedroom. “I love you.”
The busy clothier store grows quiet…
…and see?
My heart bursts open wider, to let in even more love.
More love.
roughwighting 
funny how love expands – lovely story
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Doesn’t make sense logically, but love isn’t logical, is it?
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thank goodness!
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Well, I got my daily dose of “AWWWWW!” that’s for sure.
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I know, I can’t help myself!
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I am filled up with warm, fuzzy feelings reading this…..wonderful, Pam! We are blessed.
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I believe in warm fuzzy feelings!
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Oh the sweetest of stories! (And now I know the ages of your little bitty ones.) These are the precious moments of life, indeed.
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You know what? We learn so much about life (and what’s really important) from the little ones.
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So beautiful Pam…you can never fill up on love!!
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I know- amazing, isn’t it?
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Ah love, it’s many things…and thankfully logical isn’t one of them:-) SUCH a sweet story, thanks for sharing, and a wonderful reminder to listen to the little ones. They often say the most important things when no-one seems to be listening. Hugs, H xxxx
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Adults don’t realize sometimes that they’re not listening- we need to remind ourselves every so often.
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Oh, great! Way to make me cry. I hope you’re happy now. (actually, it sounds like you are…)
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Love the happy tears!!! They are from the heart.
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Very touching, went straight in, no detours!
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Ohhhh, I like that. No detours, indeed.
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So in sync with you here, Pamela. My grands are the lights of my life! I try to remember, and record, the things they say. But I can’t record them all. Just memories of them is what sustains me. And, hopefully, playing football with them tomorrow!
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Well, your grands are lucky to have a football-playing gram!!!
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Beautiful story! So relatable and touching 😉
Found your blog via Karen at the Word Shark. You’re both awesome!
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Welcome and thank you for stopping by! Karen is a generous, kind soul.
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Wonderful Pam. Anyone who knows you would agree, you’re a love magnet, just like those precious babes.
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Wow- I’m going to add that to my resume- a love magnet. You know how much I luuuuuv that idea! 🙂
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There is nothing like grandchildren! I have 4 of them. Love them to bits.
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And it’s not easy to describe how much that love fills up your bits, is it? Can’t believe you have four. Well, I can’t believe I have SIX. Particularly since I’m still 39….and 1/2.
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