Sometimes my grandsons just have to touch me. We can be playing trucks or train and suddenly my big-for-his-age four year old is in my lap, my growing-too-big two year old is putting my arm around him, and my too-heavy-to-lift one year old needs… Continue Reading “Get Close”
Playing the memory card game with a four-year-old is different: when he picks up a card, he wants to keep looking til he finds the match. If I pick a card he really likes, he wants me to surrender it to him so he… Continue Reading “Never Fall”
There’s a couple little guys that come over weekly to play. One is old enough to talk and tells me I’m his best ‘fwiend’ and throws his arms around my legs telling me he loves playing here. The other one says it all with… Continue Reading “When I Grow Up…”
Strolling towards me were three tiny birds with the orangest beaks and pinkest legs. They were an inseparable trio, definitely playing follow-the-leader. Where she pecked, they pecked. She fluffed her feathers, they fluffed theirs. When she waddled off, they followed right behind. The… Continue Reading “What Lasts…”
I haven’t met anyone who doesn’t like remembering — remembering their childhood, remembering crazy things they did, remembering a loved one, remembering God’s faithfulness, remembering how things used to be… It is fun to watch the animated faces as people recall and often… Continue Reading “the Violas are back…”
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