One Sunday morning at the end of the summer, we drove to Galax, VA to visit with Brandon's great uncle and aunt.
Jack and Sue are something else.
Sue is one of the sweetest women I've ever met. She's actually a little saucy and has a sharp sense of humor, but because she's so cute and exudes so much goodness, it takes a second to catch on to her. Which I love.
She also has a beautifully poetic heart and artistic hands!
Sue wrote a song for/about Brandon while he was in Iraq and prayed for him daily as she watched the sunset from the birdwatching deck Jack built her.
The artwork above the piano in our house is something she painted as well. And while it's gorgeous, her award-winning, most inspired and inspirational work is of mountains.
And Jack. Jack is by far the hardest working man I've ever known.
He owns his own business and still gets up and goes to work every day even though he's approaching ninety years of age,
(although he confessed to me this weekend that he would slow down a bit - "for Sue".)
Sue and Jack don't have any kids themselves, and sometime after we knew we were pregnant again, but before we'd even confirmed it would be another boy, we agreed to name Jack partly in honor of Jack himself, and partly to thank Sue for praying so earnestly for Brandon's safety!
Jack is a tractor man, so Grayson was able to have a conversation or two about that with him. Mostly about hay balers. But what Gray enjoyed the best was their spinning, rolly desk chairs.
Poppie only had to reign him in once or twice. :)
