A school that gives an end-of-the-year award for Best Story Teller to a four year old boy who would much rather be throwing rocks in the lake than sitting still in school. (Way to go, Jude)
A phone call saying, “We landed safely in New Jersey and baby Nola enjoyed her first flight.” (Especially when the news is currently full of horrific plane crash details.)
Grandsons who still hug me in public even though they are nearly as tall as me and have become official athletes on competitive teams. (Thanks guys)
A kitchen table that still swells with noise and confusion for Sunday lunch. (Although we miss those who eat lunch in distant states.)
The delicious silence when they all go home and I’m left with happy memories. (And a few dirty dishes.
)
A crowded lap.
Ah! I love it!
Lovely.
Kathy, You have had a crowded lap as long as I've known you and also known that it was something you aspired to all your life. This is one of those aspects of you I have always loved, that you LOVE a crowded lap.
Roger's mother used to say that a Mothers lap gets "larger" with age to accomodate the kids, grandkids, i.e. crowds 🙂 This is the Kathy I know love and admire.
Ahhhh. Life at it's sweetest.