A Sweet Visit

I took that picture in my bathroom this morning. As we all know, my bathroom is just about the prettiest room in this house. That spinning lady (is she Bolivian? Peruvian?) and her baby, stand on a little cabinet in the corner by my tub and that snake plant is in a pot that belonged to my grandmother. I believe they lived quite near a pottery-making community in Tennessee and she had some very nice pots. I love the perfect simplicity of that one. The way the sun was shining through the snake plant caught my eye and I really looked at the little tableau, really saw it, really remembered how much I like it. 

It's been a very good day. Glen finished up the pot-hanging project and now I have these pans hung too, along with a basket to keep the lids in. 

I am so rich! I love it. And with the help of Magnolia June, I decorated the skillet wall.

A picture of Bok Tower and the little chicken house that Tom found and gave to me. Maggie definitely wanted that back up. 

Oh, how easily delighted I am. 

So yes, Magnolia was here today as were Owen and Gibson. I picked them up and we met Boppy at Chow Time and had delicious foods. I am constantly amazed at their tastes. Maggie's choices are always sushi, miso soup, and chicken on a stick. 
Miso soup?
I asked her, "Do you want the tofu?" 
"Oh yes! That's my favorite part! And don't forget the seaweed!" 
All righty, then. 

It was really fun. And then they went with me to the UPS store where I made a return and because their mama's work is just a few hundred yards from there we all stopped in and got a hug. Then- on to Lloyd! 

Y'all, my Owen just keeps getting sweeter and sweeter. At least to me. And around me. At Chow Time he took such good care of Maggie, going with her to the buffet to help her, being so attentive. His hugs are the best although Gibson's are right up there too. They are all very affectionate and loving and yes, they are children, and Maggie can be so very loud but oh, how they make me laugh. Owen helped Boppy do something with his his Oculus and he went out to the garden with me. Here he is holding Jack in the kitchen. 

When he walked in today he said, "I love this house."
Nothing in the world could make me happier than hearing him say these words because I love this house so much myself and he spent a lot of time here as a baby and a toddler and a young'un and his memories are so good. Same with Gibson. And I do believe that Magnolia considers this a rather magical place. She brought her pretend food with her today to cook and serve the stuffed animals that live here. After she fed Old Zippy, she tucked him into our bed and read him a story. That girl can spin a scenario like no one I know. 

Gibson and Maggie and I played a game of Battle and that was pretty fun but mostly, just having them here was nice. We'll be doing this a lot this summer. 

I find myself being a different woman in some immeasurable way when I'm with my grandchildren. I don't take myself very seriously and I am quick to laugh and tell them how funny they are, or how smart. I can also be sassy but they know me too well to take any of it very seriously but when I am serious, they know and respond appropriately. 
I swear to you- being a grandmother is like nothing I ever imagined. I'm not going to lie to you- the responsibility can lay heavy, like when I'm with them at the river, but the responsibilities that we carry for our children are not laid as heavy on a grandparent. And they are different responsibilities. I feel responsible for them knowing who I truly am and what I truly think. I feel responsible for letting them know some of their family history. I feel responsible for teaching them about caring for others and doing their best. I feel responsible for letting them know that they are deeply and truly loved and dear and smart and funny. 

Mr. Moon just got back from taking them home. "Those are good kids," he said when he got in. 
"They are," I said. 

When they were leaving and we'd all hugged each other at least once or twice, Owen turned back and gave me another deep, loving hug. 

Talk about being rich...

Well. Tomorrow we'll take Jack to see the vet and I am not looking forward to that. He seems lately not only extremely hungry for food and thirsty for water, but hungry and thirsty for love and affection as well. 
As are we all, really. 

Love...Ms. Moon