Grandparents are seasoned treats that widen smiles on tender faces. "Father, thank you for this food, A-men," I prayed, enclosing my Grandson's tiny hands in mine.

"Keylor, God made these green peas for you," I said, popping the lid open on the baby food jar, and touching a spoon full of peas to his tender lips. He knew it was not fruit, but he swallowed it anyway."