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He loves his blankets. all five of them. Waking up, he points to a blanket saying “it,” over and over until his Grandma gathers all of them Then, and only then, does he melt into her lap, uncharacteristically quiet while he wakes up slowly to his world. Grandma loves these rare, quiet times all of…
rounding a curve on Rt. 205 the air traffic control tower looms above the horizon on the way to Portland International Airport (PDX), home of the iconic teal blue carpet (or is it teal green) where we take pictures of our feet the carpet that says “we’re home” or “we’re leaving. today we are leaving….
If you have been reading for awhile here, you know I occasionally reference things my grandchildren have taught me. I find they are in the background of my mind most of my days. It’s no surprise when I sit down to be quiet, what is in the background comes to the fore. Today when I…
If you were walking Miami Beach along about 72nd and Collins Avenue last week, you just might have seen someone that looked a lot like me, sitting at the ocean, texting and thought, “Now isn’t that crazy – an ocean to see and she’s texting.†Before you render final judgement, about me texting at the…
A letter written to my sons on Mother’s Day. Yeah, I know it is July and way past Mothers’ Day. Today, May 9, 2015,  I celebrate my 33rd Mother’s Day. Three sons Three Daughters in Law Ten grandchildren And one husband who started it all with me. “Be a mother” was #3 on my dream list. #1…
Last year we started the tradition (doing it the second time makes it a tradition, right?) of hiding the Baby Jesus from the nativity sets I have around the house and having the children find them, bringing them back to the Nativity set. Then the children listen to Grandpa “read†the Luke 2 Christmas story. …
Of our three grown children and their families, two of them live within a ½ hour of our home. And one of them has lived all their married life in Philadelphia andnow they are moving to the Portland, Oregon area with their 4 boys. Recently I wrote a prayer to God in my journal. (A…
Psalm 42:1 As the deer longs for the water, so my soul longs for you, O God. As I meditate on this scripture, I begin to think of the things I long for, the things that make my heart ache if I go too long without them. I start to make a list. As a…
There he sits, watching grandpa create a play yard for him and his little brother. So much room in this new great big yard in this new place Perfect for the big boys And even bigger ones! But two of them are still little And to be safe, they need some help from the grown-ups…
I walk with him across the snowy parking lot. clinging tightly to his hand. He’s only 3 years old,- too young to trust that he will hold mine. Always I hold their hands. Â And think of how You hold mine. They will get older. I will not hold their hand. I will never outgrow my…