Dancing with my grandpa

Grandpa,
One of the best memories I have of you is dancing with you. It would only last a matter of a minute or two, but my silly awkward dancing and stepping on your boots always seemed to make you smile instead of grimace.
You always seemed happy to see me (whether you really were or not) whenever I popped in to visit.
Your support in all my various endeavors has always meant so much to me. Being eager to hear me squeak out a tune on the flute, violin, or my own voice, or pluck out something on the piano always made me feel I was better than I was.
Thank you.
I love you.