Every good gift, every perfect gift, comes from above. These gifts come down from the Father, the creator of the heavenly lights, in whose character there is no change at all. He chose to give us birth by his true word, and here is the result: we are like the first crop from the harvest of everything he created. – James 1:17-18
I seriously did not intend to go paparazzi on my grandchildren this weekend. But then stuff happens, and my iPhone is right there in my pocket, and there you go.
Plus there’s the inescapable fact that David and Beks are heading into First Grade and Kindergarten right after Labor Day. Both in school, their mama already back to work, their daddy in a demanding job – and all of a sudden everything is turned up a notch, high gear, and the halcyon days of preschool are a rapidly receding memory in the rearview mirror.
So they were ours once again for a few more days and it was all hide and go seek, helping me cook, gardening with Rebekah, walking to the park, paper-airplanes, milkshakes at the mall, stories, and snuggling with grandmama on the couch.
They are awesome kids, fun and delightful and increasingly opinionated (especially Beks!), excited about learning, curious, and unwilling to sit back when there are adventures to be had.
Consequently I am feeling every one of my sixty-two years. And, for the first time in my life, it’s obvious to me – and probably everyone else – that my energy reserves are considerably less than they used to be.
But that is more than okay, because life is meant to be lived, and grandchildren are in our lives to be experienced, and we will simply celebrate every moment we have the opportunity to love and to be grateful.
But just let me catch my breath here for a couple of days – DEREK