"Our grandchildren accept us for ourselves, without rebuke or effort to change us, as no one in our entire lives has ever done, not our parents, siblings, spouses, friends -- and hardly ever our own grown children." ~Ruth Goode
I was just thinking ... what could possibly be better than Christmas, a warm spring day, the gentle sound of rain, the first cup of coffee in the morning, walking barefoot on a beach and holding hands, the blue-blue-blue of the Caribbean, the first snow of winter, the sweet smell of freesia ...
It could only be the warm and fuzzy feelings I enjoy when I'm with my children and grandchildren.
Robert and I have a few things to get done yet this morning and then we're off to Connecticut. We've been invited to my three-year old grandson, Jack's, "birf-day pah-tee".
So, I'm going to be a little scarce, until we return on Sunday evening, but I'm sure you'll understand.
After all, what could possibly be better ...
"Gram-mee, you're not old. You're ... you're special, like a cupcake with frostin' onna top ..."
Ya gotta love 'em.