Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Being Remembered by Grandchild

Years ago a friend whose grandchildren had left after visit of several days said the second happiest day is when your grandchildren come to visit; the happiest is when they go home.  He was joking but there was truth in what he said; people who are no longer young can get exhausted  taking care of rowdy kids.

Jen and I have a different problem, not seeing grandkids enough. We visited by Skype Sunday but it wasn't working well.  We did see Lily enough to see how much she has changed since Christmas.  She no longer looks like a baby but is a little girl. Young children change so rapidly and we miss so much as they develop.


Julie said that a few weeks ago she got Lily out of bed in the morning and asked her if she had a good night's sleep.  Lily said 'BUS, BUS, BUS" while waving her arms.   Her mom  asked her if she dreamed about a bus and she answered with an emphatic "YES."
         
  Julie, "Did you get on the bus?"
  Lily, "Yes."    
  Julie, "Where did the bus take you?"
  Lily, "Grandpa.
  Julie, "The bus took you to see Grandpa?"
   Lily, "YES."
   Julie "Was Grandma there too?"
   Lily, "YES" 
   Julie, "Did y'all have fun?"
   Lily, "YES"

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