There comes a time when spring sunshine turns into summer heat and you no longer wake up with a grin when you see slivers of gold across your pillow at daybreak. But we're not there yet.
There comes a time when daffodils will no longer thrill you, because other flowers will be catching your attention. We're not there yet either.
We're up early and so the day's warmth has not yet taken hold. We eat breakfast, therefore, in the sun room (rather than out on the porch).
Ed muses -- do you think I need a haircut?
That's a roundabout way of asking me to trim his shaggy head. I have ten minutes before I have to leave for Snowdrop's home. Can I get it done? Yes, sort of. I zip through the job and hope that when I come home later tonight I wont think - oh, no! that looks awful!
Speaking of shaggy heads, this girl surely woke up with one this morning! (It's breakfast and, like her grandma, Snowdrop loves her berries!)
There may come a time when the little girl will not be especially into photos -- either the taking of them or looking at them. But right now, after her bath, she loves to sit on my lap and study the flickr (photo storage) page on my computer, where at the moment she appears on numerous occasions.
Will there ever be a time when books wont thrill her? Because right now, they do.
Just before noon, the sun pokes through the clouds and I think this is a great signal for us to head out for a walk. We make it to the distant coffee shop where the barista, who recognizes us from the rather regular visits, inquires -- are you her mother? (Which is a polite way of asking -- what's the deal here with you guys? Who's who and doing what?)
I laugh -- as I am one day shy of 63, it would be some kind of miracle! I'm her grandma.
There will come a time when I will sit with this girl at an outdoor cafe in a striking place, surrounded by great food, delivered by expertly professional waiters. Today, we settle for a table in the parking lot of the distant cafe and we drag chair, coffee and scone there ourselves. But it's grand nonetheless. Against the heat of the wall, we take our jackets off and soak in the glorious warmth of this April 20th.
Yes, but is she happy?
Without doubt.
I thought that the time would never come when Snowdrop would love the swing. Not only has it come, but she is so in love with it, that it is impossible to coax her down. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Past lunchtime, past nap time, back and forth...
Finally I suggest we walk back together, holding hands. That makes her happy.
And yes, there comes a time when your toddler granddaughter would rather be pushing the stroller than be pushed in it.
Oh, Snowdrop!
If time is more on my mind today, it's because lovely celebrations of my birthday (which is tomorrow) start tonight, as my daughter takes me out for drinks at the Robin Room. It's a beautiful place, with delicious concoctions. Just the two of us. We leave Snowdrop with her dad. Time to revel in an adult moment.
(Oh, but which drink is best?)
(The bar tender prepares our selection with utmost care.)
(Perfect!)
Perfect ... yes, truly that. Well, there should be a third glass -- my younger daughter's. Soon! In the meantime -- perfect.
There comes a time when daffodils will no longer thrill you, because other flowers will be catching your attention. We're not there yet either.
We're up early and so the day's warmth has not yet taken hold. We eat breakfast, therefore, in the sun room (rather than out on the porch).
Ed muses -- do you think I need a haircut?
That's a roundabout way of asking me to trim his shaggy head. I have ten minutes before I have to leave for Snowdrop's home. Can I get it done? Yes, sort of. I zip through the job and hope that when I come home later tonight I wont think - oh, no! that looks awful!
Speaking of shaggy heads, this girl surely woke up with one this morning! (It's breakfast and, like her grandma, Snowdrop loves her berries!)
There may come a time when the little girl will not be especially into photos -- either the taking of them or looking at them. But right now, after her bath, she loves to sit on my lap and study the flickr (photo storage) page on my computer, where at the moment she appears on numerous occasions.
Will there ever be a time when books wont thrill her? Because right now, they do.
Just before noon, the sun pokes through the clouds and I think this is a great signal for us to head out for a walk. We make it to the distant coffee shop where the barista, who recognizes us from the rather regular visits, inquires -- are you her mother? (Which is a polite way of asking -- what's the deal here with you guys? Who's who and doing what?)
I laugh -- as I am one day shy of 63, it would be some kind of miracle! I'm her grandma.
There will come a time when I will sit with this girl at an outdoor cafe in a striking place, surrounded by great food, delivered by expertly professional waiters. Today, we settle for a table in the parking lot of the distant cafe and we drag chair, coffee and scone there ourselves. But it's grand nonetheless. Against the heat of the wall, we take our jackets off and soak in the glorious warmth of this April 20th.
Yes, but is she happy?
Without doubt.
I thought that the time would never come when Snowdrop would love the swing. Not only has it come, but she is so in love with it, that it is impossible to coax her down. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Past lunchtime, past nap time, back and forth...
Finally I suggest we walk back together, holding hands. That makes her happy.
And yes, there comes a time when your toddler granddaughter would rather be pushing the stroller than be pushed in it.
Oh, Snowdrop!
If time is more on my mind today, it's because lovely celebrations of my birthday (which is tomorrow) start tonight, as my daughter takes me out for drinks at the Robin Room. It's a beautiful place, with delicious concoctions. Just the two of us. We leave Snowdrop with her dad. Time to revel in an adult moment.
(Oh, but which drink is best?)
(The bar tender prepares our selection with utmost care.)
(Perfect!)
Perfect ... yes, truly that. Well, there should be a third glass -- my younger daughter's. Soon! In the meantime -- perfect.
