After reading this on my friend Tammy's blog I knew exactly what my memory would be. Every time I think of the day that my Grandfather blessed Punkin it fills me with such joy. I want to cry and smile at the same time. The reason it makes me so happy is that it was one of the last times that I saw my Grandpa truly enjoy himself before he died. The only other time was at the 50Th Anniversary party we threw for my Grandparents the month before he passed. He had been diagnosed with Melanoma (skin cancer) spot on the top of his head just weeks before I found out I was (finally) pregnant with Punkin. So while he was going through the hell of cancer treatments I was experiencing morning sickness. We were the party animals at every family get together that sat on the couch feeling miserable. He by far had it much worse than I though. It meant so much to me to have him do the blessing because this was the one and only chance he would be able to bless any child since he and my grandma went through the temple. At one point he told me that he didn't think that he would be feeling up to do doing it and that we could have someone else do it. I just told him we would wait because I knew it was important to our family. So I think Punkin was about 4 months old when he said "I can do it now". He called me on a Wednesday night and we did it that Saturday at my Grandparents home. His windows of feeling well were really small so we jumped on it. I don't fully understand all the church stuff that goes with it and that doesn't matter to me as much as his chance to do it. I love that Punkin has this great connection with him even though she'll never really know him.
So if you feel compelled to answer this same question please do so on your blog and leave me a comment saying that you did so and I would love to check it out.
