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.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
A Huge Turtle Where ?
A couple of weeks ago Uncle Tommy and Aunt Sara came for dinner. After dinner we had a nice visit just talking and catching up. When they were leaving we walked them to their car. I could see something out of the corner of my eye. I turned around, and lo and behold, there sat a very large turtle looking at us. I mean really large. Of course, I ran for my camera.
There is a very narrow brook at the edge of our backyard. Obviously, the turtle traveled through our yard, up the hill and decided to rest in our side yard. We stood and discussed how we could get the turtle to water. After our company left, Papa got a large shovel out figuring he would scoop up the turtle and return him where he belonged. The turtle had already begun his trip down the hill toward his home.
You never know what you are going to see in Nana and Papa's private paradise. Another reason we love living here. 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.