Visit of grandchildren ends

There was a feeling of emptiness in the house as I went into the den this morning -- no sound of children laughing,.  The grandchildren had gone home.  Mark left Saturday night with Lily and Oliver, bringing to an end the week the grandchildren had spent with us.  A pile of toys was the only sign they had been here, and the toys appeared sad, especially the big truck Oliver loved to push.

It may be Christmas before we will see them again, except on Skype.  Our two other grandchildren were unable to visit on Father's Day, also. We did see Brighton, the youngest grandson, who is three months old. He is growing and becoming more fun every day.