Sometimes I hesitate to mention anything that needs to be fixed around the house.
I hesitate, because my husband acts on the twenty-four hour rule.
Nothing can sit undone or broken for more than twenty-four hours.
I ask and he fixes it.

That is a huge blessing.
He will literally drop what he is doing to do whatever needs to be done.
I do not take him for granted.
I truly appreciate his care.

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In the span of a month, four of our six grandchildren have their birthdays.
The oldest one will soon be six-years-old.
The youngest one will soon be six-months-old.
The four birthdays, happening in a month’s time, all happen to be granddaughters.

The April birthday girl just turned four-years-old.
The May birthdays will be turning five, two, and six-years-old respectively.
Four little girls, six and under, are a joy to see.
Princesses, unicorns, dress-up clothes, necklaces, and bracelets are the way of things, it seems.

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There is an equestrian fox that we visit.
It is a stone fox, seated, wearing equestrian clothes and a top hat.
He is sometimes called a Gentleman Fox.
My granddaughters love him.

I don’t know when it started.
Perhaps it was when my husband took them for walks when I was making dinner.
Going to see the fox became their thing to do together.
Let’s go visit the fox was always met with squeals and a loud, Yay!

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I enjoy switching the seasonal decorations around my house.
Little touches here and there that help set the tone for the particular time of year.
The seasonal flag outside on of our garage doors gets changed frequently.
There is something comforting in the rhythm of the seasons.

Easter decorations are out now.
Bunches of silk forsythia in a large vase just beg to be touched to see if they’re real.
Heavy porcelain eggs in a special dish purchased many years ago, are on the dining room table.
Adorable rustic bunnies, on my Hoosier cabinet, were made by a Mennonite woman.

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My grandson will be one-year-old right after the New Year.
This means he is on the verge of walking.
With four granddaughters, having a grandson is wonderfully different.
The expression, all boy, comes to mind.

Electric cords appear like shiny objects to him.
If there is a tiny space between a table and chair, he will find it and enter it.
If there is something to climb, he will.
I love every minute of his curiosity.

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My daughter and her husband came in the house.
They were laden with the typical things you carry when arriving with three children.
The sweet potato casserole she made for our dinner was in a special zipped carrier.
The children went off to play.

After unloading most of her things, my daughter handed me a pile of cards.
The cards were made out of construction paper of various colors.
On each card was written the names of everyone sitting at our table that evening.
The handwriting was that of my oldest granddaughter who is 4 1/2 years old.

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I was two rows behind them.
We were all standing in church, singing in worship.
The words of the songs were on the screen in front.
It is good to worship the Lord together.

I have known the woman in front of me for many years.
Our daughters played sports together in high school.
She was sitting with her husband and two grandsons.
I know she has a lovely voice because I have heard her sing special music from time to time.

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Some people think that buying children things is the best kind of gift.
Of course, there are special things that, when given, means so much to them.
However, spending time together is far better.
Making memories is a longer lasting gift.

I try to find things that my granddaughters will enjoy.
My one grandson and littlest granddaughter are not even one year old yet.
Finding things that the older three will love is important to me.
Months ago, I found just such a thing.

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I was at a thrift shop in the land of Amish buggies.
I had donated quite a bit of clothes and household things.
I always like to go inside to see what treasures I can find.
Old pottery, dishes, and items tucked away on a back shelf that no one seems to see.

As I was walking around the antique section, I saw it on the floor.
It reminded me of something my husband made for our second daughter.
He used his woodworking skills to make each a special gift made from his hand.
Handmade by Dad, with the year it was given, was usually burned onto the bottom.

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It was Mother’s Day.
We had celebrated the day before, since it was my granddaughter’s third birthday.
It was primarily a birthday celebration, as it should be.
However, there was an acknowledgement of the mothers who were there.

The actual day was filled with phone calls and texts.
My oldest daughter prepared a delicious dinner for me.
It was a day with a lovely nap in my favorite chair.
It was a day with hot tea right around my usual tea time.

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