Margaret, a sweet, tiny lady in her mid-nineties, bears no hint today of the athlete she once was. [Read more…]
We had the privilege of hosting our daughter and her family this week. Grandma and Papa had lots of snuggles and kisses.
Between our son-in-law’s dad visiting last week and our little adventure this week, we had some tuckered out little ones. Within an hour of their little house in the country, we managed to give them some good old Michigan fun with parks, beach, museums, pool, and lots of backyard BBQ and play time.
Daddy starts a new job today, so they all had to go back to real life. It was fun while it lasted, but all good things must come to an end. I hope you enjoy the photos.
…and that was the view this week from My Front Porch.
I have three little rays of sunshine, but one I get to enjoy more frequently than the other two. Today, the littles are on their way to see Grandma.
When that white Envoy pulls up to the house, I nearly see it vibrating with excitement as two-year-old Zadok realizes where he is. In his excitement, he’s literally gasping as he escapes his parents’ captivity and races to the stairs, all the way exclaiming our names. His excitement spreads to one-year-old Lana, and she wiggles in her car seat, anxious to explore using her newfound skill as a walker. Those giggles and snuggles delight me, especially on an overcast, drippy day in Michigan.
Later today, three-year-old Zeke will arrive home with Papa, and we purposely withheld the news of his cousins’ arrival. I’m looking forward to the sound of little boys bouncing down the stairs on their bottoms as if at an amusement park. They delight me and brighten my day.
So here’s to all the little boys and girls who stole their grandparents’ hearts… Thank you for being our little rays of sunshine.
“Little Ray of Sunshine” by David Harris
My mother came to live with us while Todd served overseas in Desert Storm and then Provide Comfort following the official end of the war effort. What a joy to have her there helping me through some very difficult days when I delivered our first knowing Todd would not be home for several months after her birth. [Read more…]
My dear friend, Madonna lost her mother over four decades ago and still has few answers about her disappearance. About a year ago, I wrote Bring Annita Home to ask for your prayers and solicit donations to the search effort. Quite a lot transpired over that year, but the piece below gives a very brief update. [Read more…]