Very recently, my dad was able to find and purchase his retirement home in the area us Michiganders lovingly call "Up North". He, my sister, and two aunts spent a lot of time getting the house ready for a Labor Day visit from the wife, kids, and I and let me tell you, the work done has really made the place a welcoming place for visitors.
Dad is a fisherman and one can tell that he just cannot wait to teach his granddaughters the trade. He took us out on his boat a couple times and Claire - our oldest - really wanted to see him catch a fish. Both times. It was mid-day, the weather was quite choppy, so fishing conditions weren't exactly the best, but still dad stopped the boat at some of his "spots" on the lake and each time was able to catch a fish for Claire to see.
Something happens when a dad becomes a grandpa; a softening of the heart occurs and I'm sure there is a love there that he didn't know he would or could have until his first granddaughter came into the world. The guy loves his granddaughters and this weekend - among many, many more - just exemplified it.