Thrity-six years ago, on September 15th, the young man on the left was the result of the fruits of my labor!
This week Jimmy and his wife are visiting us in Louisiana with the results of the fruits of Angie’s labor last January.
Which is why this blog is so short.
I have major snuggling to do!
Photo credit to my daughter-in-law, Angie, for the sweet photo of Morrison at the plane window.
I was in DC this past week watching this little guy.
As a result, I wasn’t out much past dark with thoughts of street lights on my mind.
Instead, these are the shadows that street lights cast through the window shades of my Airbnb. Lovely designs that undulated with the passing of car lights.
For this challenge, that’s going to have to be enough.
A week’s worth of snuggles, smiles and slobbery, open-mouth kisses was worth not spending much time on this week’s blog post!
Although I gave birth to one of these Kowalski men 35 years ago and have been married to the other for more than 40 years, these are both scenarios that I considered unlikely.
I had hoped and prayed for the first one.
photo credit to Megan Thomsen
This next one came completely out of the blue. At 60, my husband is learning to play an instrument.
We’re all enveloped in something from time to time. It’s not always good.
But this, THIS is the best kind of envelopment.
Grandpa and grandson, completely lost in the moment, and in the love between them.
Enveloped in sheer joy.
Other things may change us but we start and end with the family.
Family. What a loaded word!
It can evoke a virtual tornado of swirling emotions and we all have different concepts of what a family is, what it means, and how it shaped us.
My beautiful mom left us in 2006 and Dad joined her in 2008. The year Dad died I became a grandparent and this was the valentine I created the following Valentine’s Day as I reflected on those two very life-changing events.
Part of the experience of the valentine is opening it up to find the layers and although it will be hard to convey this on a 2 dimensional blog but I will attempt!
When you open the card these are the first two pages you see:
With this being in the very center:
When you open up the ribbon you find this:
The pop-up heart that would have absolutely delighted my dad!
To see the valentine I created to honor my mother after her death please click here.
There’s something magical about being four years old.
You find wonder in so many places.
My grandson recently commented to his dad, when he was flushing the toilet, about the bubbles that were created as the water was swirled away. He called them life joys.
This weekend he was totally lost in the joy of movement when we passed a fountain. There was another gentleman there breakdancing and the two of them engaged in a sort of exuberant ballet. There was so much joy in those few moments.
From now on, when I see bubbles I’ll be reminded of life’s joys. And, I will be reminded to look for them in unexpected places!
Hmmmm……the kiss. It can get so complicated.
But this kiss, this one is pure and unfettered.
A father kissing his son.
A mother kissing her baby.
A sibling kissing his little brother.
I’ve had the absolute pleasure of kissing these sweet cheeks and this sweet head for an entire week. His big brother lived with us for his first year so lots of that was going on four years ago but my kissing ratio with this little guy has been in a deficit. This week I’m trying to catch up. Who could resist? Certainly not this grandma!
Unless faced with this! I think I’ll wait until after his bath….