First choice would be my mother's father....Papa was my special love. He passed almost 50 yrs ago but I still miss him. Behind the house we lived in was the Penobscot River and on the other side of that was the mill. In the winter, Papa would walk across the logs (trees) frozen in the river to get to work....after the thaw he would have to walk around to go to work or get home. I used to wait for him at the bottom of the hill until I spotted him coming down the sidewalk then I would race up the hill to walk with him the rest of the way home. It was just our special time alone. My mom told me a few yrs back that he loved all babies....it showed too.