There’s Just Something About “The First”
The first bicycle; the first dance, the first boyfriend, the first kiss, the first home, and the first child. Though the love is no stronger for any of my seven grandchildren from the other, there is still “just something” about the FIRST. Who knew that all those silly, photo-toting, beaming-from-ear-to-ear, incessantly jabbering about their grandkids…
The Joys Outweigh the Jitters
Yesterday, I blogged about “counting even the toughest times as joy” – because in the middle of those times, we’ll find joy, if we look for it. Joy certainly has outweighed the jitters over this humongous move I just made. Since December, I was on a quest to sell my home, which meant getting the…
My Treasures Hunt Treasures
As a child, I never realized that my grandparents weren’t the hands-on-type. But, when we became grandparents, we knew we wanted “up close and personal” relationships with our grands. From the get-go, we set out to be doting, over-the-top-in-love in words and deeds. Before our first grandson was born, I had a hope chest of…
Grandparenting Taken to a Whole New Level
My Dad’s parents were already in heaven before I was sent from heaven to earth, but I had the most precious grandmother and grandfather (my Mom’s Mom & Dad). My grandmother’s claim-to-fame in my books, is that she introduced my husband and I when we were just 13 and 12 years old. Her words were…