The first name of Levi is one that Jarred and I both loved. We actually had a very hard time choosing names. Even though we agree on almost everything, names are not included in that category of agreement. We both liked the sound of the name Levi as well as the fact that it isn't a top ten boy's name. We also liked that that it is a name from the Bible, one of the 12 sons of Jacob. The Hebrew meaning of Levi is joined or attached. I think that is very fitting for our little guy since he is going to be joined and attached to our family through adoption :-)
Harold, Levi's middle name, is a name that has great significance for both Jarred and I. We were both blessed to have amazing grandfathers in our lives with the name of Harold. Both of these men were hard working, honorable men with a great amount of integrity. We wanted to name our little guy after 2 men who had lifelong impacts on both of our lives. For the record, Jarred wanted to have Harold as a first name... actually he still wants that. However, to me Harold is an older person's name and we compromised that it would be a middle name. Although, Jarred is still hoping I will change my mind and call him Harold...
This post will be split into two parts. This first part will be about the Harold that I was blessed to know as my Grandpa. My next post will be my first guest blog post and will be written by Jarred about his Harold that he knew as Pa.
It is hard to sum up my Grandpa in a couple of paragraphs. My Grandpa Harold was a man who truly loved the Lord. He had a deep relationship with God that impacted everything that he did in life. He always had a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye. He loved his wife, his children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren very much and we all knew that we were dearly loved by him. Whenever I would see my grandfather, I would give him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek :-) This was Grandpa's standard greeting and I miss it dearly.
Grandpa had a laugh and sense of humor that would make you smile. He loved jokes and when he would find one that struck him as hilarious, his laugh would start and his eyes would fill with tears of joy. You couldn't help but laugh even if the joke wasn't all that funny. Grandpa truly loved life and found joy in it.
He was a very hard working man. He was a farmer and loved everything to do with farming. Farming wasn't just an occupation; it was a way of life. He never did actually retire. He tried, but he just couldn't stay off of a tractor or out of his fields despite having multiple hip replacements. We still have one of his first tractors, a John Deere 4320. I rode in that tractor with him quite a bit and even learned to drive it. What I wouldn't give to bump my head in that tractor while riding with him now.
He also LOVED to mow. I never met a man who enjoyed mowing and weed-eating like my grandfather. I remember waking up to a weed-eater at our house (I grew up in the farm house that was owned by my Grandma and Grandpa) and wishing that he would wait until at least 10 am to do that instead of 6 or 7am. Funny how the little things that you took for granted are what you long for and miss when they are gone.
My Grandfather passed away unexpectedly on Friday, August 13th 1999. Although it was a sad day, he passed exactly the way he would have chosen. He passed away in his farm truck while getting ready to walk through one of his fields right after a much needed rain. I miss him dearly, but I know that he is with my Lord, and that I will get to see him again someday. What a wonderful reunion that will be :-)