Wednesday, April 27, 2016
Oh my goodness.
We all love you so much, Bud. Happy Birthday.
Love, Grandma and Grandpa and Everybody
Saturday, April 23, 2016
These little girls bring out some kind of emotion I can't describe. Just like how tender and protective and fierce I feel about their boy cousins?
Yes, that same thing. Who knew grandmas are fierce and wild? (We are.) There are so many things I understand about my own mother as we have spent these last ten years being grandmas together.
She's an awesome great grandma, but no surprises there. We always knew she was pretty great.
And the granddaughters have brought out tenderness in Jay that's touching too, the way they toss themselves against him, confide in him, jump on his neck, confident in him and his affection and love.
The boys were one thing, tussling around. This is different, but equally sweet.
For my mother in law, who was not there for the wrestling match this photo shoot required, THANK YOU--for the dresses and for the love and affection those matching dresses represents.
Grandmas together. High fives. love, Val
Thursday, April 21, 2016
You were so cuddled and snugged, and you let us.
You make the whole family better: your ideas, sense of humor, conversational skills.
This whole family is better with you in it.
Lucky, lucky us.
Happy Birthday, Sweetheart. Love forever, Grandma and Grandpa and Everybody
Sunday, April 17, 2016
Sam has always done this thing where she puts her head against my leg and leans. She'll look up at me and lean harder. I scratch her ears and pat her. She's been a great friend, the epitome of patience and good-natured cheerfulness.
Well, in this dream she leaned on me harder and harder until I was on her back, and then she flew me around the house.
Not high or fast, just around.
At that point, on Sam's back, zipping through the doors between the dining room and the family room, I thought, "I am SO dreaming."
We laughed and laughed.
Dreams are weird.
A few weeks ago I dreamed there were numerous buffalo in the back yard. I called people on the phone, animal control and so forth, getting no where.
I told the kids not to let the dogs out right now because of this huge problem.
They came back and said the dogs had to go out. I told them to use leashes, and walk them in the front, but not where the buffalo could see them and get antagonized. (I don't know if a dog on a leash walking by would actually antagonize a buffalo, but who wants to experiment like that?)
The kids told me the gate had been left open and the buffalo were gone. I told them to shut the gate then! Hell's Bells! Don't let the buffalo back in!
As if our flimsy chain link or picket fence could contain or deter a herd of buffalo anyway.
Dreams are so weird.
The well was primed, the water softener went in, the water was turned on.
Friday, April 15, 2016
This one is from back then too, the honeymoon?
Who knew? When a small grandchild cut off their own hair at a sleepover not long ago, I called you to fortify my strength to call the mother. I love how you gasped when you heard, totally understood how appalling a moment that was.
I have heard a lot from moms and about moms and you can be pretty hard on yourself about the ways you imagine you fell short--times when you were stressed and grumpy or just really did not know what to do. There are those few times when you sincerely wish for a do-over--which all of us have and none of us get.
The kids have said it best, how it is being one of yours: "Grandma always has your back."
Yes. You have upheld us all, and helped, encouraged, defended, been incredibly generous in every way imaginable. Things go wrong and you help us up, brush us off, and say, "It's ok. I understand. Keep going."
You give money for school, no strings attached, and yet it makes every student stand up straight and want to do well. Who could face you, having wasted your good money?
I never have to wonder what you're going to say to me at any point because it's going to start out, "Oh, Sweetheart." You told me one time about your own dad on the phone with one of your sisters who had been sick, and when he heard Anita's voice on the phone, the way his voice was warm with affection.
Yep. That's you too.
I hope you have a wonderful weekend, you and Pat, celebrating your birthdays, and know just how lucky we all feel to be your kids.
Happy Birthday, Mama!
love always, Val and Everybody
You and Pat, and an enormous, tame chicken--look at those long claws dangling: