Having a granddaughter in ones life is a most wonderful thing.
I enjoy the great privilege of having two in the picture, and the picture is a very cute and lovely one.
Their words, when they come, are little personalities. Their giggles are contagious. Their discernment is real, but when they've chosen to trust you, then they love you to the core. At least the core of their little being.
As it happens, today Norah turns three years old. So last week Nana and I got on the old amazon.com and selected some books she'll probably love, and a toy she can use for hours examinig her sister and her dad and maybe her mom a bit too. She does have a powerful imagination that girl.
So though she's miles and miles away from us, she is still close in our hearts and still the thought of her makes us smile.
Happy Birthday young lady. It's super being three.
Saw this the other day, just as the sun caught the right angle.
Right at the bottom of the glass, in the middle, is a little gift she unknowingly left us. Her little hand prints from when she watched the big tractor clear the snow away.
That ain't getting windexed any time soon.