I can't believe it. It's been over a year since I bothered to write anything on this blog. And it's not because I haven't had a bevy of things I could have written. In fact I have a cache of photos I could post and blather on about. Wow.
Where have I been? Where has my mind been? perhaps I've been consumed with myself and my less than noteworthy life. However...
I come here today and what do I find in the drafts of this blog but a little post I'd started to write and, for one reason or the other, decided not to publish. Therefore... here it is. A quick thought about love and my granddaughter's close proximity to me:
February 2013: Another thing I LOVE about having my daughter's house attached to my efficiency home-space: Haylee popped over this a.m. between reading and math lessons and asked, "Grama, could you fix my bear's heart?" everyone say awwwwwh...
Her bear's little stuffed heart had come loose on one side and was no longer attached to the bear's paw. When I said, sure, she injected: "Now???"
I'd already reached for my needle and thread next to my recliner (yes I keep needle and thread next to me... you never know when you're gonna have a sewing emergency--especially with Haylee). As I sewed the bear, she told me her brother's fiance, Hannah, gave her the beart for Valentine's Day last year (2012). Then she told me the candy that she gave her too. I inquired, "You remember that?""Yeah". Then she told me what others gave her. What I wouldn't give for an 8-year-old's memory.
When I finished attaching her heart, I noticed a small hole in the seam on the bear's back. So I said, "While I have the thread out, let's stitch up his back." I handed her bear to her and she hugged it like it was brand new. This is my calling. I am a grandma. And I love it.
Note... since this was first written, Hannah has married Haylee's brother. And we have such a lovely addition to our family. Don't you think?
I need to get busy with this space. Journaling about the kiddos is so worth chronicling (is that how I spell that? hmmmn).
Sidenote. Just as I was adding this photo this very moment, Haylee popped in from next door (as if she was punctuating my thoughts...). She wanted to know if I'd seen a Beanie Boo she's misplaced. She was sad. I know it will turn up. I told her so. She didn't seem to believe me. But, in my heart, I knew. That Beanie Boo will return to her life as surely as I returned to this blog and Haylee came into my living room and reminded me how very precious she is to me. I kissed her on top of her head and she bounced out the door. Lord, return Beanie to her. Real soon.
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