Yes, that would be me.

Or it was me earlier today.

I was in such a bad mood.

And poor Jordan and Frank gave me a wide berth.

Because I was really grumpy.

Holidays that are supposed to include family make me feel that way.

Everyone was busy.

And no one had time to even talk.

These are the times when I miss Robin the most-

because she was grumpy when I was and we

talked to each other.

And made plans.

And had tea and scones.

And we just listened and gave each other the gift of time.

Of course I wasn’t really THAT old 11 years ago.

Just on my way.

Actually, My Labor Day turned out happily-

I was just feeling sorry for myself.

-and being grumpy.

I’m so glad tomorrow is another day.

And that my family loves me.

…late morning after a restful sleep

…good coffee

…listening to men’s conversation

…enjoying their comradery- the easy flow of affection

…planning and preparing meals

…dishes and dishes and dishes

…phone calls from my siblings

…prayers and reassurances

…reading and commenting and discussing

…beautiful skies and soft breezes

…watching and waiting

…and reading and praying

….and wondering.

   And rejoicing!

Luke and Willow came to pick up Aidan today.  We had had a full morning, planting the tree, covering the dirt surface with rocks ( that we had washed and sorted the day before), pulling and pushing the wagon around the yard, and walking back Maple Lane and watching our neighbors cut their grass while butterflies were flitting about in front of us.  The sun was shining, the breeze played with our hair and caressed our warm cheeks, and birds, squirrels, tree frogs and crickets were sing-squawk-chitter-chirp-ing all around us. 

When we came back from our backyard trek, Cynthia called and said she was coming over- then Luke and Willow called and said they were on the way home.

So, after Cynthia came, we went into the family room and continued to play- throwing building blocks over our collective shoulder and sitting on top of all the  stuffed animals that we could get our hands upon.

Then- well, then, something remarkable happened.  Remarkable is such a full word- meaning just what it implies.  Something happened that I marked- remarked- and am able to comment about. 

In the midst of our frenzied tossing about of blocks, I had the impression that someone had come into the house- I really can’t say for sure that I heard the front door open- but I thought that Luke and Willow had arrived and was looking toward the kitchen to see their faces when they caught sight of Aidan.

And I saw, no one- nothing, but Aidan bent forward, waved his hand, smiled and said the happiest little “Hi!”.  I looked again- no one.

So, I got up and walked through the house looking for whomever had entered- to find- NO ONE!   But it still FELT like someone had come in- someone loving and happy to see us.

I believe Aidan saw someone- I certainly felt a Presence- maybe an angel came to see us.  In my strange hopeful way, I hope it was the Angel of the Lord and that he brought Robin for a brief moment.  I would like to feel-to think- that Robin could share in the joy of my grandson.

And so- I’m sharing this remarkable little incident with you.  I realize that many of you will think I’ve gone off the deep end.  Let me reassure you- I did that many years ago.  And I think some of you will just smile and say, “heidi has such an active imagination.”  I do.  But for the rest of you who give this some small credence, let me welcome you into my world.

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Just checking- I’m having some technical difficulties.  My archives might be out for a while.  Here’s a picture.

Here is a picture of a crab from Assateague Bay!

You may be seeing a bunch of this picture.

I love it!  I really love it!

I love talking and teaching and touching-

I love caring and cheering and clapping-

I love feeding- I love reading.

I love holding them on my lap

and catching them up into my arms

as they run towards me.

I love their smiles and frowns-

quizzical looks-

and that pleased look of

accomplishment

when they did/said

it just right!

I love their small bossiness

when they are

in CHARGE

of the

game.

And I love to

decipher

when all their

words sound

the same.

I think becoming

a grandma

is the BEST

thing I’ve

EVER done!