As a little girl, my grandfather would pick me up from day care on his way home from work. The entire day, I would repeat "My Pop-Pop is coming" over and over again until he arrived. We would stop at a store on the way to my grandparent's home, and he'd let me buy something completely sugary :)

He would sing or hum something Frank Sinatra while I talked his ear off without ever losing his patience with me. In my entire life, I don't recall even one moment when he was harsh with me.  

He once gave me a St. Christopher medal that I kept on my keychain to "keep me safe". It is over 100 years' old, and the faces are worn off, but I still have, and carry, that medal on the same keychain, more than 15 years later. 

xoxo