As I’m getting older, that remarkable thing is happening where you appreciate your family more each day.

I’ve been off and on the fence at times – usually associated with rebellious phases in earlier decades.

I also am irrationally irritated I live in a state I hate, but so does most of my family now.

I have reached the magical grandparent age, and it changes you. I turn into a pile of goo whenever my kids or grandkids are around. I am astonished how fast my stoicism dissolves when I think about them.

Don’t get me wrong – I have always loved my kids, and have gone out of my way to let them know it, from infancy on. We are a family that hugs and says I love you, and it’s intentional.

Today I spent the day with my bonus son, daughter in love, and grandson. It is all I can do not to weep as I type this.

You see, this bonus son has been a close part of my life since he was six years old – first via his relationship with my parents, his grandparents, and then closer still, as an additional kid hanging out most days at my house. He is my biological nephew, but he was another sibling with my three kids from early on in their lives.

I’ve loved him like a son since he was a small boy. I’m so proud of the man he’s become, and I adore his wife and child. Even more awesome- they are expecting another child early next year! Pass the Kleenex, please.

Spending time with him today as he is on leave to see us here, I see how much he has grown. He is an amazing father and husband. He, too, makes a deliberate effort to let those who love him know that they are loved.

Watching his son, I am reminded of the vastly different life his dad had. But his son knows nothing but love, fun, adventure, and stability.

It’s a wonderful picture of the redemptive power of love.

I look forward to every day I can love on this bonus part of my immediate family.

They enrich my life more than words can express.