The boys couldn’t be cuter. Just one giggle and they’ve
captured my heart. I beam down at these little faces so proud to be a
grandmother. I’ve been able to spend time with each of them on an individual
basis this time. I love to glimpse at their problem solving and desire for
attention. The little clowns do make me laugh, although writing down the
incidents would not appear slightly amusing to any other.
Our pile of gifts to wrap is miraculously growing despite
Bob’s effort with tape and tags. He is also guilty of purchasing “just one more
thing” so no blame is cast my way. One slight hint of something nice and I hit
the computer. Our distance is somewhat the factor.
We couldn’t be more proud of our daughter. We have been
blessed to watch her grow into a remarkable wife and mother. Being the wife of
an active service person is not an easy task. Yet she somehow is inspired to
make wonderful homemade gifts, decorate her home with new traditions and make
delicious home-cooked meals. The show-off even made fresh pasta this evening.
Yum! Martha Stewart would be proud. We got to see her play bells at her church.
Multiple members confided of Stephanie’s excellence as a wife and mom, while
being a Christian role model to all. She works hard. Days are not always easy
with two small children and a husband who works 90-hour weeks. Yet her children
know of their parents’ love and devotion.
Last night we went through a drive through nativity where
scenes from the Christmas story were depicted. The boys loved the lights and
relished another telling of the birth of Christ. Today we went to the church
that hosts Teddy’s preschool for A Trip
to Bethlehem. Live llamas, goats and chickens captured their attention. We
saw angels, shepherds and not nice Roman guards. We tasted yummies and made a
crystal napkin ring in the marketplace. I was so proud of Teddy’s knowledge of
the real Christmas when we found that some clarification was in order. As we
drove from his pre-school, Teddy asked if we could now go see the “other Jesus
from last night.” We’ll work on that.
However, it’s about time to return home. It’s growing harder
to get in the van (a hoist is on call) and my bones are creaking a little
louder (ok neighbors can hear then seven blocks away). I’ve worked hard to at
least pretend to eat partially healthy as I dream of days with less flab. My
days have been without narcotics despite some difficult times. My daily naps
are still needed as I strive to refresh my body. Stephanie can tell as vertigo
begins to creep into my body for my moves become stiff and my walk becomes
almost robotic. But I wouldn’t change a thing. I adore my roles of wife, mother
and Nanny. Life is very good.
God Uses My Chronic Pain to Prove that Life is Good:
- My grandsons adore robots
so I must be pretty sweet to have their movements down pat. Wow! Life is good!
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