Thursday, March 29, 2018

Nobody can do for little children what grandparents do. Grandparents sort of sprinkle stardust over the lives of little children.

Alex Haley

We decide it’s a good day to go bowling. It’s been about twenty-five years since I bowled (anything other than Wii bowling which Gerry and I used to do frequently) so I’m not expecting much from my game. I am, however, expecting that fun will be had and memories will be made. That’s the main thing.

First, I have bible study and, while I’m off at the church, Gerry and Makiya are (unbeknownst to me) planning a surprise. I arrive home to a laundry room filled with balloons, a card taped to the door knob, and carrot cake on the counter. Hugs all around, tugs on my heartstrings, and we sit down and enjoy a piece of cake together before heading out to bowl.

More priceless memory making.

At the bowling alley my athletic husband ends up with a respectable score on both games. Makiya and I bring up the rear but declare it to be time we’ll spent and something we’ll do again one day.

This morning, I’m content. Gerry’s off at men’s meeting and then heading out on a hike. Makiya and I are planning a girl’s day together.

Memories. Legacy. Love. Intention.

Simple happy.

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