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.
Monday, August 1, 2011
Our Trip to the Bronx Zoo with The Films'
I almost forgot to post this trip. The weekend we went to The American Girl Place our first stop was at the Bronx Zoo. It was really a lot of fun. The sun was shining and it was warm enough that we didn't need jackets. The girls kept us running from one exhibit on to the next. I learned something I find rather strange. Male flamingos are a bright shade of orange; not pink. There is a picture of them in my layout.
The hilight to our entire day was when the peacock spread his feathers. Such a sight to behold. And he just stood there in front of us like he was enjoying every bit of the attention.
From the zoo, we moved on to the Hilton for the night with Kara and Emily so wound up about the next day. We all had a wonderful time. I could say "another great memory," but I won't!! 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.