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.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
My Happy Day with Kara
Last Sunday we were invited to Kristen's and Corey's for dinner. Long before we left, Kara called and asked that I bring the red nail polish she bought me. She wanted to polish my nails. I love it!
Kara painstakingly applied a bottom coat of bright red polish. My pinkie finger and thumb next had white strips applied horizontally and vertically. These strips were then covered with green polish. Kind of looked like ribbon candy. HO HO HO was painted in white then green on the other fingers. As a final coat, Kara applied my red glitter polish. My nails looked gorgeous! And little did Kara know, she made her Nana feel special.
I couldn't wait to go to my lunch date the next day to show my manicure off. My friend, Mary Ann, thought I had them done professionally.
Thank you, Kara, for that wonderful experience; doing something just for your Nana. 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.