Driving to the lake last Friday, the clouds were weird and wild. Storms pounded us at some point along the way, but it was okay. This gorgeous rainbow seemed to spring right up out of Shell Lake We didn’t go searching for the pot of gold, just kept on driving I don’t even know. Tonight […]
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Tuesday morning about 8:30, I sat on the patio watching her on the swings. There’s something so incredibly touching about being part of someone else’s happy childhood. A morning like this? Once in a lifetime. Love you kids, MOM, aka GRANDMA
This chair wore right out. I used to scrub at it now and then when there were spills or the arms got grimy, but then it just suddenly went to holes and that soft cotton fabric was done. Kari said to choose some fabric that’s fun. So we tried. These two are for
This morning I took a scissor and vases out to the yard and cut flowers from the garden and hydrangeas. p.j. saw what I was doing and asked me, “Why did you cut all those flowers, Lady?” I said, “Because I can and it’s July. And who you callin’ Lady?” She giggled, “You! You old
I was touched by this moving birthday note from Kari. Here were were at ihop this morning. She wanted to go out for breakfast, and we’d never been to this place before, and she ordered all those pancakes, plus eggs, and bacon. Jay talked her out of the eggs, and no she was not able
Here we are, a great selfie of us. And on with the party–the usual crowd was there, celebrating: There you are, heading inside on your long legs. Here are a couple sweaty kids enjoying the doll house: Time for presents! They were all pretty helpful and giddy: Okay, here is the game where you take
Friday, the man was sprawled out on the kitchen floor over by the sink, so his feet were the only part of his body visible from where we were seated at the table. I asked him if he’d do me a favor? “What?” “Please? Pretty please?” “What?” “Pretty, pretty, pretty please?” “Okay, what?” “Will you
The little pool–nothing changes. Except that the kids get bigger. And other kids who didn’t exist before arrive and join up. Same old thing, perfect, beautiful July. love, Val
We went to the fireworks Sunday night, like we always have, like we used to do with Lori. Driving there I felt so inordinately happy–to be meeting our kids there for fun, grateful to have had Lori for a friend. The fireworks were the usual squirrely good time. Love you all, MOM
