I have two grandsons, one 7 and one almost 4. They are different in just about every way, each one very special but also very much individuals. I am writing about them in order, starting with the older one and saving the younger one for another column.

The oldest one is named Jonathon, but most of the time he is “Buddy” to his grandfather and I. He has been Buddy since we held him the first time. He immediately became our “Little Buddy” and now, he is just “Buddy.”

Buddy is quite a kid. He is big for his age. For those of you who know me personally, you would say I am not tall ... actually most people would say I am, well, short. Anyway, Buddy is already up to my nose, and he is 7. His hands are almost as big as mine and soon his feet will be bigger than his mother’s feet.