Grandfather's Handiwork Lives On

July 9, 2012

We had a whirlwind weekend.  These cute grandchildren came Friday night after we got off from work.



Alijah, Brandon & Colin ready to go to the birthday party

 They played hard that night with all the toys we have amassed over eleven years of having grandchildren.  We ended the evening watching Journey 2 – The Mysterious Island.  It is always fun for me when they say, “This is so funny!” or “Watch this part where that happens!”  Afterwards they all came upstairs and slept on a pallet at the foot of our bed.  Now we have a large house and the children could easily sleep in a bedroom, but they never want to.  So we let them sleep in our room.  Somehow that is also a comfort to us as we can peek on them during the night and still stay in our bed.  Does anyone else check several times throughout the night to see if they are still breathing?  I used to watch over my sleeping baby and thank God she was alive and well.  Grandchildren bring that back into your life again.  I am so thankful for these wonderful people in my life.

My grandfather was a blacksmith and a deputy sheriff.  This rocking chair was a gift to me when I was a baby.

When I was little my grandfather made me a wooden chair.  It was sturdily built and best of all it was just my size.  I have loved it since I have had it.  Alijah found it this weekend and made it his own.  Every time I looked into the living room, he was happily rocking in that little chair.  It was the perfect size for him too.  As I reflected on my grandfather this weekend, I realized he would have been so happy that his granddaughter’s grandson was so attached to his handiwork.

Total relaxation after playing with three of his cousins and his brother

I have to include this picture of Alijah asleep on the couch.  It looks like he is camouflaged into the couch since there is plaid on him and the furniture.  We had two other cousins join us for Saturday play until the early evening.  These cousins really play well with each other so watching them is a joy.

Sunday when I dropped Alijah off at the church nursery he had a small short resistance.  But that was all over before I left the hallway.  So why was I the one in tears for a few minutes? 

After church, after McDonalds, after packing the entire trunk with their things, I drove them to a birthday party where they swam and then went home with their parents.  Once again, that sadness washed over me.  Well goodbye until the next weekend.  I love you boys.