Christmas time is the time of love. To spend time with loved ones, to visit them, to remember them. For me it’s time to talk about the main man in my life: my grandpa.
At 81, he lives in a beautiful yellow wooden house outside a little town on his own. He has a massive garden, where he grows raspberries, red currants, black currants, gooseberries, strawberries and peas in summer. In autumn he endows everyone with bucketfuls of sweet apples from his tree and potatoes from his field. In winter he is be the first one clearing the snow at six in the morning. He will have had his coffee and porridge by 7 and have read all the newspapers by 7:30. Since 1994 there hasn’t been a single morning without porridge for him.
I love him so much and I’m so proud to say that grandpa and I are a team and have been for a few years now. My grandparents’ place has always been special to me. Whilst everything kept changing during my life (I have lived in 28 different addresses!) one thing always stayed, and that was their place. And it still is.
I will turn 24 in less than two weeks, and yet I am still the little girl that visits her grandpa every few weekends. I will stay in my little room upstairs. Every morning he will have porridge and coffee waiting for me. We discuss the news, go food shopping together, have lunch in town. In the evening he watches TV while I read on the sofa. Last weekend I baked Christmas pastry for him and got out the candles and fake Christmas tree. I made sure he had it cozy, whilst he heated up the sauna for me.
I think I have written about this before, but in my eyes the most precious Christmas present is time. Especially for people like my grandpa. I love every bit about him, I even love all his weird aspects so much it makes me cry of joy. Have I ever mentioned that he doesn’t get why I want to eat “green stuff”, when fried potatoes would work just as well? Did I mention that he has been hoarding food for over 15 years and has two massive fridges full of things than nobody can touch (is that because he was affected by the war?). I don’t always know why he behaves like he does, and it can be annoying too (like when he tells me that I should get a “real job” three times a day), but I love him so much.
Only when my grandma passed away a few years ago, I realised that we won’t have our beloved ones forever. I now know how precious these moments are. During my granny’s last few years I didn’t see her much, which I regret so much now! But I won’t make that mistake again.
And I want to make sure grandpa knows how I feel. And I want to make sure that I get to share this love with him. Spend time with him, as long as I can. Enjoy his presences and our coziness when we are together. Bake for him, as nobody else in my family eats what I bake. Discuss the “green stuff” with him, and even agree to have his butter-soaked potatoes, if it makes him happy.
If you want to read more about the main man in my life, here is one of the first posts I ever published here: Half Marathon with my Grandpa.
If you love someone as much as I love my grandpa, remember to tell them! Especially now during Christmas time!
For today’s #BLOGMAS you can win a voucher for a beautiful photo album by Cheerz. You can fill it with up to 150 pics online and it will be printed and sent to your house – or your beloved one’s house, if it’s a present! That’s what my grandpa will get from me this year! Just comment on this blogpost to be in!
The voucher goes to Ruth K.!
Every day until 24.12. a giveaway will be posted on one of my channels (usually my blog, but also Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat or YouTube). You can enter by commenting on the post. The winner will always be chosen on the next day, at 22:00, and will be mentioned in the same post. You need to check it again to find out who won / on Instagram the winner will get a notification when he is tagged.