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.
"Could you survive on your own, in the wild, with everyone out to make sure you don't live to see the morning? In the ruins of a place once known as North America lies the nation of Panem, a shining Capitol surrounded by twelve outlying districts. The Capitol is harsh and cruel and keeps the districts in line by forcing them all to send one boy and one girl between the ages of twelve and eighteen to participate in the annual Hunger Games, a fight to the death on live TV. . . ."
The image on Kara's cake is the symbol on the cover of the Hunger Games books. I had no knowledge of these books, so I questioned Papa, the avid reader, about them. I must tell you when I read the above description I was horrified that Kara would be reading these books. Papa tells me they are really good and he loved all three of them. He testified that they are acceptable reading for Miss Kara. Personally, I find it very strange for a twelve year old to read books on such a subject matter. I guess Nana has to get with the times.
Kara had a great time at her family party. Her very words were, "I love having parties like this where everyone you love and everyone who loves you are here."
Miss Kara had a sleepover the next night to celebrate with her friends. Lots and lots of friends!!!!
Hugs and kisses,
This year it seemed that summer was never followed by fall, let alone the Christmas season. Papa and I lost all sense of time from July 11th through December12th. Once we learned our Kristen was cancer free, time marched on.Our fingers began burning our keyboards as we ordered gifts for family and friends.
We decorated our house. Papa did lots of running from store to store, while I was busy making cookies and goodies for Jesus' birthday. Our celebration began, as always, on Christmas Eve. Shelley's and Don's friends Debbie and Andrew, who have blended into our family, joined in the festivities.
One of my Facebook friends shared a wonderful poem relating the birth of Jesus centering around M&M's. I put together four bags of them for our four wonders and placed a copy of the poem on the front of each bag (You can see them in the above layout.). Kara read it as our grace before dinner. So apropos for our family; we LOVE M&M's.
We have always loved Christmas. Anyone who knows me is aware of how much I love to give and get presents. This year's gift will never be surpassed. Thank you, Baby Jesus; my special friend.
Oh my gosh, I almost forgot. Everyone always says our Alex has a smile from ear to ear every time they see him. Not so much in the picture in my layout above. I had many where he sported beautiful smiles, but I just had to prove a point; no one smiles all the time. Not even our Alex!!
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.