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.
Papa and I went apple picking with Kara, Em and family this year. To be honest the only part I found to be fun was eating the ice cream cone we bought on our way out. And when we got home we got to eat as close to a home made pie as you can get. Yes, we bought that there also! So, I say next year we just go for the ice cream and pie and just skip the apple picking. They sell those at the orchard store, too. Hugs and kisses,
It has been so much fun watching Alex on the soccer field. The first third of the season he ran from one end of the field to the other, not really knowing why he was doing this.
By the middle of the season, he was starting to catch on. He knew it was great to get that ball inside the cage.
The last third of the season he was disappointed that he didn't "make a goal." And he knew he could not touch the ball with his hands. He really played well, especially since he had never been on a soccer field before and his coach did not call practices.
I am looking forward to seeing him play again next year, if that is the choice he makes. There's a rumor going around that Em might play next year, too. It's a tough decision - Rah Rah or soccer star. We'll have to wait until next year to find out who makes what decision. All in all, it was another fun experience. Hugs and kisses,
I know I already posted a picture layout for the first day of school. This is actually the layout I put together for my quarterly calendar to place on my refrigerator. It really comes in handy. Not only do I know what each day's date is, but I get to look at pictures of Zack, Kara, Emily and Alex. It's a great way to start the day.
This one was fun to do. I really like the colors. Of course, the boys did not cooperate at picture taking time. So, what you see is what I got.
Pops and I had Zack and Alex on a Saturday night a few weeks ago. We had gone out to dinner and during the drive home I asked Zack if he liked his new house. He took a few seconds to answer yes. I asked him if he missed his "old house." I just love his answer. He said, "Yes, I do. And when I grow up, graduate from college and get a job, I am going back to buy that house."
It's amazing that my grandson would want to buy a house that is the size of his current living room. The size of his "old house" has nothing to do with why he wants to own it. Inside those four walls, in this tiny house, his Mom and Aunt TT spent almost all of their years until they married. We, with our daughters, have more wonderful, funny, even sad memories than we can count. I smile while I reminisce.
Sounds like Zack has many happy memories made with him Mom, Dad and brother in that tiny house. I'm sure he thinks of times spent there with his grandparents, family and friends. You see, it doesn't matter what size house you live in. Lasting memories can be made any where, as long as you are surrounded by all the people you love and who love you. How blessed our family has been to be gifted with such love for each other, our extended family and so many special friends.
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.