Saturday, September 30, 2017

“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 fun, pausing for hugs before filling us in on the what and where and, still full of chatter, leads us to where we are supposed to be. Precious feisty girl.

Later he comes, full of smiles, from the dressing room pulling a hockey bag that’s as big as himself and leans in for more hugs. Sweet caring boy.

Today: a grand day filled with hockey, gymnastics, more hockey, and grandchildren. Their parents too.

Simple happy.

Word wrangler. Photo taker. I'm here early every morning with one of my photos and a few simple words. | Nulla dies sine linea: not a day without a line. | Soli Deo gloria: to the glory of God alone.
3 comments
  1. The best kind of day. Enjoy.

  2. I love “grand” days…or even “grand” hours…when I get to watch my grands play soccer, football, or baseball; when I get to spend a few hours with them while parents are shopping or having a date night. It’s all grand time.

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