I have decided that rather than leave the blog pages empty every day during this busy time I will resurrect some of my older posts. The ones that have been my favorites over the past 2 1/2 years. I may add a few new ones to the mix if time allows but for the most part it will be reruns until we return from our trip in mid-December. I hope you enjoy the look back.
Is there anything as enchanting as a child’s squeals of delight over the simple things in life?
Is there anything as enchanting as a child’s squeals of delight over the simple things in life?
On our way home from Virginia we couldn’t ignore the magnetic pull to Greenville. It was a long drive back to Florida. We had to stop somewhere overnight. Why not Greenville? After all it was on our way home, or could be. So we surrendered to our desire to see the grandkids just one more time and stopped for a quick visit.
We had one day and we had to make the most of it. With that in mind we gave A a couple of options for a fun Friday morning and she chose wisely. She picked Monkey Joes. For those of you not familiar with MJs, it is a delightful spot filled to the brim with inflatable slides, bounce houses, and other goodies designed for the child in all of us.
Our little sweat heart was about as excited as I have ever seen her. She drug her Pappy to the door with urgent pleas of “Tome on Pappy, hurry up.”’ (She has an endearing way of pronouncing hard Cs. Something I’m going to hate seeing her outgrow.) Once inside MJs, she stood bouncing from foot to foot; her little arm outstretched impatiently waiting for the attendant to slip the ID band on her wrist.
As we hit the slides, her eyes were sparkling; her smile broad and full. Her squeals of delight filled the air as she darted excitedly from slide to slide, her baby doll tucked safely under one arm. It was fun watching her toss her doll onto a slide, step back and get a running jump in order to avoid asking for help to get on the equipment. Two fun filled hours later as we buckled her into her car seat, her eyes were heavy but the smile and sparkle were still intact.
We had set out to do something special for her that day, but in the end she gave us the best gift of all….a memory. One that her grandparents will treasure for many years to come.
However the magic of the morning came to a screeching halt when I leaned over to give my little darling a kiss and she looked up at me with her big blue eyes and proclaimed “Grammy, you have stinky breath.”
Originally posted 12/08/08
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