Chris has been getting to hang with my mom this week while we've been out of town. (More on that later.) Through the years, Grandma and Papa have been lifesavers. At times, the kids have gone to Missouri; at other times Grandma has come to our home. When Megan was alive, once a year Mom would keep the kids for a week. It's hard to explain what a gift that was. Megan, our beloved daughter, was challenging. Mentally-handicapped, of course. But on the go all the time, seldom napping and sleeping very little at night. In her stronger days, she marched around the house getting into things 22-7. Family was wonderful. But marriage was hard. We were always tired. Those trips always rejuvenated us. Once we left for 10 days. I was a guest speaker for a Christian group on a cruise. (I believe with politicians we call this a junket.) When we returned we were tanned and rested. Mom was looking a bit worn. She smiled and said, "I think I'm a 7-day grandma." We learned later that she had called a friend and offered her a hundred million dollars to come take over for half an hour. Now it's not quite so challenging, but there's still no one better than Grandma to take over when Mom and Dad are gone.