One of the great blessings in my life is that I grew up in the same city (Fort Worth, Texas) where all four of my grandparents lived. I was the first grandchild on my mother’s side, and I saw my maternal grandparents regularly. I called them “Mamaw” and “Granddaddy.” When I was three, my younger brother Matthew was born. He was a cute little scamp and everybody loved him — including me (most of the time).
As he got a little older...
