This is my little brother Grant, and his sweet wife, Kammy.

Grant had a birthday a few days ago.

I was thinking about what a cute little brother he was. When he was a little guy, maybe 1 1/2 to 2 years old, he tried to run away from home. We lived in the little white house that I call my second home.

I really don’t think he was running away, I don’t know where he was going, neither did he. He must have had places to discover.

One night in the middle of the night he climbed out of his crib, and walked out the door. It was winter time. We lived in the country with very few homes nearby. He started walking down the road in his little footed pajamas. He had walked about a quarter mile down the road when one of the neighbor girls drove up the street coming home from a date. At about that same time little Grant was tottling down the street, it started to snow. So in the middle of the night my parents get a call from the neighbors saying they found a little boy wandering down the road, and wondered if they were missing a child.

They checked Grant’s crib and sure enough, he was missing. Our family had been blessed with a miracle. Our little brother and my parents baby had been rescued from certain death. If our neighbor had not come up the street at that moment, Grant would have continued to walk on with no idea where home was. If he walked and the snow kept falling his little footprints would have disappeared in the night and we might not be have been able to find him, when we discovered him missing.

I am sure that my mom and dad held him close when they got him home, and said a prayer of thanksgiving.

I am so glad my cute little brother Grant is a great son, brother, husband and daddy to his four wonderful kids. Grant is really great! I love him.