When I wrote this piece a little over a year ago I had just wrapped up a play day with my oldest grandson. Within a couple weeks of his birth, nearly 5 years ago now, I already knew that there was a special bond between us. That bond is just a strong today, and I treasure every minute I spend with him and his little brother. Just because my oldest grandson is my best friend doesn’t mean I love his little brother any less. It’s simply a reflection of the life experiences we’ve shared together. My best friend will turning 5 years old soon; in a life journey that I hope will be long and happy.
He knows how I feel about him, and one day I hope he will read what I’ve written here and know that he was my inspiration.
As I write this on a Sunday afternoon, my best friend, my grandson, is sleeping just feet away. My daughter dropped him off this morning so he could play outside with Pop Pop. We ran until we could run no more, we cut a tree down together, and then we shared a lunch of pizza and apples. Five years ago I never would have imagined that my first grandson, yet to be born, would end up being the best friend I have ever had. He is my inspiration to work for the pro-life movement, and every minute I get to spend with him and his little brother reminds me of how miraculous every human life is.
Over 3,000 of his peers will die tomorrow in America’s abortion mills. They are the friends he will never meet and the innocent victims of a society that chooses the path of least resistance…
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