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.
Another Chinese New Year has come and gone. It was a strange one this year, that's for sure. Grandma was in the hospital, so Grandpa and her were not able to celebrate with us. Papa follows the Siena College (Kara and Em, your Mom went to college there.) men's basketball team and there was a game that night. So Papa (being pushed out by Nana) was among the missing. Don's Mom is in the hospital in Florida.
The kids liked the contents of their red containers, especially what was in their red envelopes. We had a Chinese dinner on a nicely appointed table, if I say so myself. The cake and ice cream were really yummy. Zack was thrilled to have a Cherry Pepsi for the festive occasion.
We spent the next few hours talking and laughing in the living room. Em and Alex built their tent with a bunch of couch pillows and blankets. Zack had a great time talking with Uncle Corey and his Dad. Shelley, Kristen and I made plans to celebrate Ken's birthday early. We will be in sunny Deerfield Beach on the actual day.
Kara always sits in a certain chair in our living room. We have deemed it Princess Kara's throne. Well, when she got up her Dad went to sit down and started laughing. I immediately knew why. I complain every holiday that the girls wear dresses with sparkles because we are vacuuming them up for months. Well, the red containers I bought for the kids were covered with them, as was the chair. Corey and I laughed like crazy!!
I'm glad the sparkles happened. What used to drive me crazy, I now find something to make me laugh. That's a good thing; especially for me.
You are looking at my favorite Christmas gift. Thank you, Kara, for this beautiful drawing of my favorite flower, the yellow rose. It is so realistic; right down to the detail on the stem. And when I saw the heart, tears filled my eyes. You have given me many drawings and I want you to know, I have kept all of them. They are in your special container. I really feel this will be my favorite for a very long time.
Here are pictures of Kara celebrating her eleventh birthday. Of course, she had three parties. Doesn't every child have at least three? We all had a great time mingling and talking with people we haven't seen in a while.
I loved watching Kara's face as "Happy Birthday" was being sung. She gets such a little girl look on her sweet face. I really think it embarrasses her. But she found opening her gifts great fun. Aunt Shell and family gave her awesome Monster High dolls; a very big hit. Grandma gave Kara the newest American Girl doll; brought the biggest smile to her face. Kara got far too many gifts to include here. I know she loved every one of them.
I had to include the last picture in my layout. Papa and I gave Kara a shopping spree. We gave her a Visa card to shop with until the value on it was gone. I don't think I ever saw her eyes open so wide. It was so fun as Kara, Grandma and I thought of lots of things to buy.
I am in awe watching Miss Kara grow from our fourteen month old baby into our lovely eleven year old young lady. Kara is so many personalities all rolled into one. She loves the latest fashions. She even starts some herself. And I must say, they catch on rather quickly at school. She loves hair entensions in many colors. Her painted nails always look unique. One never knows what insect or flower will appear on them; or mine!!
Then I see that Kara who looks gorgeous wearing a beautiful dress, her hair adorned with flowers or a decorated hair band. I see the gift she has been given in the detailed pictures she draws. I rarely see Kara that she does not have a book in her hand. She loves books and absorbing the stories they are unfolding to her.
My hope is that our girl will continue on this path. I will love seeing the person Kara is in ten years. It will be quite the experience to she how she uses her God given talents. Hugs and kisses,
"Breathe. Listen for my footfall in your heart. I am not gone but merely walk within you."
I love poetry. I was reading some tonight hoping to find one that expresses the feelings in my heart today. Instead, I was brought to this poem, I'm quite sure by our sweet Angel Amanda. I have never been without our Angel Baby from the very moment she was born into Heaven. I have never taken one step without her in my heart. When I do, I know we will be walking together. Nana loves you, Amanda, more than life. Hugs and kisses,
I love doing fantasy layouts, but don't have as much time for them as I would like. This Christmas the only way we got to see snow was in pictures such as these. Here it is January 12th, and today I woke up to our second snowfall. The first was in October!!
The background in this picture reminds me of the view from our patio doors. We have a big, old oak tree to the right, much like this one. Straight ahead we see a farmer's field and way in the distance are endless trees naked of their leaves for the next few months. Hopefully, you will get to sleigh down our hill with Papa soon. Nana will be in her usual spot; standing on the deck taking pictures of these precious memories.
Zack, Alex and their Mom are usually very successful at doing the snow dance. Bet this year their legs are very tired for naught. But we won't give up. It's bound to happen in time; hopefully after Nana and Papa leave for Florida:~) 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.