Blessing #93: delightful day of tubing, boating and picnicking on the Mississippi River. Family times with son and family.
Blessing #94: squeals of laughter from our grandchildren as we motor fast in dad’s new speed boat.
I’ve always LOVED to color, so when my grandchildren, Liberty or Elijah, ask me to color, I jump at the chance. Why is it adults feel they need to be coloring with a child? Why can’t I break out the colors any day of the week and just color on my own? This past weekend while visiting our children in Minnesota, I colored. First with one, then the other grandchild. And I enjoyed every minute of it.
We played dominoes and an old-time favorite, Memory Game. Before we began, I said to Liberty that she’d have to remind me how to play the game. Here’s her explanation:
“Basically, Nana, this is how I play…”
I cracked up at her choice of the word, basically. Last year, her favorite word was actually. She very patiently went through the rules of how to match the proper Mommy animal to her baby animal. Maybe she’ll be a teacher someday, who knows? I know for a fact that her Grandpa is a patient, methodical teacher who taught me to ride a bike with speed, roller blade, water ski, drive a boat, sail—among other things.
“He called a little child to him, and placed the child among them. And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever takes the lowly position of this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven” (Matthew 18:2–4).