WALKER TALK: SLEEPOVER

Monday, November 17, 2008

SLEEPOVER

We had the funnest time with our grandsons a couple of weekends ago. Christine and Brad celebrated their 7th anniversary and so we had the boys for the night. What fun we have with them! The keep us busy all evening and then when we finally get them to bed we crash into bed ourselves so tired we can hardly move. Then we hear their eager voices at 6:00 in the morning and can hardly believe our ears! But how can you not smile when you see a precious face peek around your bedroom door and the other one is calling MA to you from upstairs. I'm glad we have these two boys, they keep us young!

1 comment:

Steve and Jen said...: You are such an awesome grandma to watch those two cute boys! Ya know, some grandmas aren't babysitters! JENNY; November 20, 2008 at 4:13 PM

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ANOTHER PICTURE FROM BEAUTIFUL HAWAII

THANKFUL FOR MY IRISH ANCESTORS

I never knew how much Irish ancestry I had until my wonderful Aunt Carol wrote this awesome history about my Dad's ancestors. There are still 8 castles partially standing over in Ireland that belong to my ancestors. Most of them (14 of them) fought in the Revolutionary War so that I could enjoy what I have today. There is also some tie to Bunker's Hill and Breed's Hill.

St. Patrick's Day never used to mean much to me until I knew my ancestry. Now I take time to think about them a little bit more during that time. I am grateful to them for being so brave and courageous to leave so much of what they had to come to America and start new. I am somewhat what I am because of them. I can't wait to thank them in person some day.

THE TWO SIDES OF WINTER

Have you ever noticed that there are two sides to winter? There is the beautiful side. The sun shining on the snow on a crisp morning. The silent snow falling in the full moon. The quietness that a snowy night brings. I love so much about winter and the fun and beauty that it brings. But there is a sad and lonely side to winter. When we were coming back from the cabin the other night we rode through the desolate camp grounds. The picnic tables where barely poking their tops through the snow. Somehow it made me sad and lonely. I realized then that winter has two sides to it.