I sustain myself with the love of family. Maya Angelou Blessed. Simply and abundantly blessed. The kiddos are heading home today; in a few hours we’re going to experience that heaviest of silences that permeates the house after the grands have been here. It’s not my favourite kind of silence. In these early morning hours,
I have drunken deep of joy. Percy Bysshe Shelley We’re at the new trampoline place: Gerry, daughter Laurinda, granddaughter Makiya, and me. Makiya is the only one wearing the green-toed grip-on-the-bottom trampoline socks. We parent and grandparent observers are resisting the temptation to step forward onto one of the trampolines and jump for just a minute
If it can be verified, we don't need faith. Faith is for that which lies on the other side of reason. Faith is what makes life bearable, with all its tragedies and ambiguities and sudden, startling joys. Madeleine L'Engle It’s gonna be chaos around here today. The best kind of chaos: grand chaos. Meanwhile, I take
“The monotony and solitude of a quiet life stimulates the creative mind.” ~ Albert Einstein Home. A bit earlier than intended due to a winter storm warning (!) in Calgary. We enjoyed a busy and grand hockey-filled weekend but it’s good to be home where there’s no threat of snow. Yet. I’m looking forward to
“She loved them so much that she felt a kind of hollowness on the inner surface of her arms whenever she looked at them—an ache of longing to pull them close and hold them tight against her.” ~ Anne Tyler, A Spool of Blue Thread She runs through the door of the arena, all spunky and
"The world is quiet here.” ~ Lemony Snicket It's quiet here this morning: the kind of quiet that falls after a grandchild has gone home. A melancholy quiet buoyed by sweet memories. This is a repeat after me song! Hey Grandma! The littlest worm you ever saw got stuck inside my soda straw. My arms are
"Nobody can do for little children what grandparents do. Grandparents sort of sprinkle stardust over the lives of little children." ~Alex Haley I listen to the chatter of my granddaughter who is downstairs using her imagination and playing a game with dolls that were mine when I was a child. I wish it wasn't special.