After parking my big rig, I came home with only rest and food on my mind. My wife was waiting for me on the front porch, waving as I pulled up in front of the house. I gathered my jacket, wallet, lunch box, and keys, locked the doors of my car, and walked across my front lawn with a smile on my face, glad to be greeted by my lovely wife.
Mrs. Pistachio followed me into the house, pausing in the kitchen as I set my lunch box down, hung my jacket, and put the remainder of my things on the countertop.
In the other room my grandson heard me enter the house, and talk with my wife. In his mama's arms, he called out to me with his little 10 month old voice in the language that at this moment only he understands. He called again and again until I came into the room, at which time he smiled delightfully, and began to reach for me.
The ritual is the same every evening. Once I walk in the door, my grandson always wants me to hold him for a little while, usually trying to grab my beard, or pull my hat off as I hold him. Tonight, however, he was ready for his next nap, so he laid his head on my shoulder, and patted my back with one of his hands.
Moments later it was revealed to me that my daughter and wife were going to need to go down to the college and pay my daughter's tuition and get her classes set up. Therefore, for about an hour, it was just going to be me and Cortez.
After the women departed I made a bottle, took little Cortez to my recliner, and fed him as I rocked him to sleep. It took about five minutes for him to doze off, and I rocked him for another ten minutes before lying him down in his crib.
Cortez slept about half an hour before waking up. I left the door of my daughter's room open so that I could hear him while I checked my Email in my office. Unfortunately, he woke up crying, so I ran into the room, snatched him up, and he laid his head on my shoulder. I took him to the changing area to check his diaper, but he began to cry when I laid him down, so I picked him up again and continued to rock him as I walked.
When my wife and daughter returned, my wife informed me we needed to go to the grocery store, and Cortez wanted to go with Grandpa, so we took him with us. He stuck to me like glue until we got home, finally deciding Grandma was the person he needed to finally take that much needed snooze.
I sat on the couch with my laptop on my lap as my wife began to rock him to sleep. Every couple minutes he lifted his head to make sure I was still in the room.
As I am sure you can tell, my grandchildren mean the world to me. I cherish moments like tonight, realizing it won't be very long before I am no longer one of the focuses of their lives. Nonetheless, my love for my children, and grandchildren, knows no bounds.
Cortez is one of the reasons I do what I do in politics. His America needs to be a free America, not some socialistic nanny-state like Barack Obama, and the Democrats, wish to make it. I don't want Cortez to have to participate in paying off a massive debt created by the Left. I want him to have choices, and be free from tyrannical federal control. I want him to have the America I had. That is why I am getting involved in conservative candidate's campaigns now. We can't wait for the GOP to hand us their candidate. We need to make sure our candidates are running for office instead.
And we need to teach our children and grandchildren about America's history, its Constitution, and what liberty is truly all about.
As I type this, my wife is still rocking Cortez, humming the Star Spangled Banner to him.
-- Political Pistachio Conservative News and Commentary
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