This is my second blog written to capture memories made with our grandchildren. The link to my first blog, "Meet Our Grandchildren," is listed below in the right hand column. Hope you have time to read some of it. Our journey to becoming grandparents has been full of adventure and much love.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Father Daughter Dance
The Girl Scouts have a Father/Daughter dance every year. This year's occurred while we were in Florida; thus this entry is being made way after the fact. We were given lots of pictures by Kara and Em's parents. So many, it was difficult to choose which ones to use in my layout.
I would like to mention this was Emily's first Father/Daughter Dance. She was over the moon, but only lasted forty-five minutes. Exhaustion set in and Emily went home with Grandma and Grandpa. As you can see, Kara partied hardy. The night can never be long enough for our fourth grader. The stamina comes with age!
I hope I have provided a view of how the night unfolded. Our girls looked beautiful in their new dresses. They danced, laughed and had a great time with their friends. As you can see, both enjoyed dancing with Dad. Another memory made . . . . Hugs and kisses,
know that I live on, vibrating to a different measure -- behind a thin veil you cannot see through. You will not see me, so you must have faith. I wait for the time when we can soar together again, -- both aware of each other.
Until then, live your life
to its fullest. And when you need me, just whisper my name in your heart . . . I will be there.
The above rainbow appeared over Amanda's garden shortly after her family planted it. Truly a sign our Special Angel Baby is watching over us.
I have been blessed with a wonderful husband, Ken, two amazing daughters, Kristen and Michelle, their husbands, Corey and Don, and five grandchildren who have touched my heart in more ways than I can ever verbalize. My fondest memories are of my Dad spending precious time with my daughters telling stories of times gone by, building forts in his living room, eating corn toasties dripping with butter. The list goes on and on. My daughters recount these memories of Grampa Harpy to their children. This blog is my endeavor to recount special times shared and many memories made with my very special grandchildren. It is my hope they will share them with others as the years go by.