A Few Kind Words

I love my grandaddy! I have so many wonderful memories of him.....riding his motorcycle as a little girl, tennis trips, endless hours of studying and doing laundry during college, golf lessons, and so much more. He is precious to me and every time I see him now tears well up in my eyes. The last two times I have been with him (Gatlinburg and yesterday for Thanksgiving) he shared some kind words with me. Here is what he said, "Shannon, I am so proud of you. You are to be commended. (I was melting at this point) I often brag on you to my friends. I tell them that you have four children, (and here is the best part), and you are not fat?!?!?" No, I am not kidding, that is what he said. And he was dead serious! He went on to say that he and his friends set at Kroger drinking coffee and talk about all of the fat women that walk thru pushing their carts. I was speechless the first time he told me. "Thanks, Grandaddy" was about all I could say. When he repeated this to me again yesterday, all that would come out was "Thanks". Tell me, what do you say to that?