Eat watermelon and then go play in the garage.
Yep. That'll work.
Owen looked like he'd grown a beard. And then I let him play in the hose. And then Bop took him back out to the garage and the garden. And then he ate dinner.
And then he had a bath.
It was a mighty fine day with that boy. I asked him, "What's your name?" and he said, "Owen." Perfectly.
I have no idea why but that sort of made my heart float up to the sky like bubbles in ginger-ale.
He has that effect on me a lot.
I can't believe that I am in a place at the age of fifty-six where a new pair of Elmo pajamas is sort of a really big thing.
Well. One never knows what the next turn in the road will reveal. I swear to you, it's true.
We know :)
ReplyDeleteI guess that's why I try to stay in this day as much as possible. Hard to do sometimes!
ReplyDeleteAh, and you are Grandmaw and ain't it grand? Make sure you ask him who YOU are. Your heart will soar!
ReplyDeleteI never tire of your simple stories of beautiful, little Owen. (just in case you thought I did)
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ReplyDeleteSJ- It's a universal truth.
ReplyDeleteSyd- Ain't it, though?
Birdie- I do ask him! And he says, "Mer-Mer!" That is me. Mer-Mer.
Elizabeth- You read my mind.
A wonderful day indeed! The last time I let my grandkids have watermelon, my grandson overdid it and threw up all over my bedroom in the middle of the night. Now he won't eat it at all! They are staying with me for the next 3 days while their parents have gone off to celebrate their 10 year wedding anniversary. We are having so much fun (except when they are fighting with each other)!
ReplyDeleteAw, I want to eat watermelon with Owen.
ReplyDeleteI would have loved to have seen a photo of Owen all yucked up, although you described it beautifully.
ReplyDeleteI can relate to your enjoyment of Owen, experiencing the simple pleasures in life with a little one. Kate, now 3 1/2, has lived with us for 2 yrs and I am loving watching her learn and grow, dance, sing, jump, pretend....it's all so new at my 59 years.
ReplyDeleteSticky watermelon dirty face, elmo pajamas, ginger ale bubbles in your heart - thanks for the lovely visuals and the warm fuzzy today.
ReplyDeleteOwen is so lucky having you two as his grandparents.
ReplyDelete"I have no idea why but that sort of made my heart float up to the sky like bubbles in ginger-ale" I loved that.
Who are the Elmo pajamas for? You or Owen?
Love you xx
You are simply awesome at explaining things.
ReplyDeleteI am going to bookmark it because I know I will refer back to it again.