Grandchildren

Al and I had three of our grandkids over last night for pizza and a double feature. We watched "Lady and the Tramp" and "101 Dalmations" The kids all ate a good one piece of pizza and had chocolate milk, white milk or juice. Yes all three had a different one. Then they each got three deserts. Which they all looked at me like I was crazy to give them 3 desserts. I said "Hey you're at Grandma's!!!" Then they looked at me with a knowing look. Like all was right with the world. Tanner said I better not have any more than that or I could get sick. :) Laina had an ice cream cone first and as she was eating the ice cream said pointing to the cone. "I eat that?" I said yes, then she took a big bite out of the cone, with a happy look on her face. Soon after that, Tanner and Sawyer also had to have one of Grandpa's special cones. This was followed by Sawyer telling me he had to poop. I told him of course to go. Soon I heard GRANDMA, I'M DONE. I went in to wipe his bottom and took him off the pot. My sweet little 3 year old grandson said while looking at the bathtub, "I remember when I took a bath in there, it was about 5 years ago!" :)

Honestly, I don't think I could love anyone more!

I've been thinking of my mom and dad. Especially yesterday, for what would have been their 67th Anniversary. I took my dad to the Mall in Rochester and I was watching him walk down the hallway. He looks so old, (and he is) but I remember him when he was a young man. He had a crewcut and was heavy. But he walked to work and would always turn and wave at me as I watched him from my bedroom window until he was out of sight. He seemed to be so tall, now I feel like I look down at him. He would go in the kitchen and sneak a cookie from the cookie jar. I'd look at my mom we could hear him carefully opening the lid of the jar, we were sitting in the our old TV room and she'd roll her eyes because he was "dieting". I understand his pain of dieting now. YUCK! My mom would sit and talk on the phone in the kitchen. The telephone had a six foot cord at the most and so you couldn't go far then. I'd put my head on her lap and she's play with my hair. I remember that clear as it if was just yesterday. I was home. I miss her. But for now I have my dad in his final years. I get to gather a bunch of memories to last me the rest of my life. I can take them out and go over them in my mind when I miss them. As my dad says it's the memories that help you get over their dying.