We live in a small town and while I was home on maternity leave my dad would stop by our house every morning before he went to work and also when he came home so see his grandsons. All he would do was pick the babies up with his big callused hands and give them a kiss and hug (plus a whispered "I love you") and then he'd go on his way to work. This went on every day until I returned to work.
We also moved to a house that was a couple of blocks down the street from my parents. My dad would call and ask them to come up and watch basketball games with him, he would give them money for any "A"s on the grade cards, go to their ball games, etc. He always told me every time I complained that "It's my job to spoil them rotten and then I can send them home".
My boys are now 20 and 17 and their Grandpa Roger was always there to talk to and be their friend. They loved to hear him tell his football stories and all the things he did that he didn't get caught at.
Words of Wisdom: Don't forget to tell your dad how much you love him every day!! My dad passed away four months ago at the age of 58 and there is a tremendous void in our lives everyday!