Imagine my intrigue at learning of Swedish Death Cleaning. I mean, don’t you want to Google it now? I did, and I found out my own mother did a sort of Norwegian Death Cleaning of her own. [Read more…]
Our little Lana turned two on Monday, just a month after Zadok turned three. Those two make a dynamic duo that keep their mommy on her toes. Turns out, they’re apparently in training for cirque du soleil. At two years old, Zadok figured out a way to put enough graduated sizes of chairs and stools together to get on the counter and then the large microwave and finally to the top of the refrigerator. [Read more…]
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