Saturday, March 01, 2014

Blessings With Names

Recently Mike & I spent an evening with the little girls at their house while their parents were out. We didn't do anything out of the ordinary. We read books and played a bit. Elise requested an episode of Thomas the Train. As it started she said over and over "Thomas the Train" then "I will watch it!" Yep. She is into sentences big time now. She is so tiny, it seems odd to hear her be so verbal. She has a LOT of thoughts, though.

We went through the bedtime rituals, kind of an extended version I think. Let's just say Cordelia is a pretty effective negotiator. She sat so sweetly as I brushed out her curls and braided her hair for bed. I think that was when we were supposed to help her settle down for sleep.  We might not have done that so well. I blame Mike. He's the fun one.

We made time for silliness. We enjoyed lots of hugs and snuggles. I took photos of those little faces I love.

I looked over at Mike with the girls and I felt so truly content. It still seems strange to me to think of my high school boyfriend as a grandpa and me as a grandma, but I'm so glad we get to share this experience as well. 

Blessings... one named Cordelia and one named Elise.

The Horse in My Purse

I love this little girl!

She delights in giving to others.

She believes it is her job to "make the whole world smile."

Right now, her favorite joy (obsession) is My Little Ponies. I was at their house recently and she offered to give me one of her little ponies. Of course, I politely declined. Well, time passed and not long before I was leaving for home, I saw her near my purse. When she saw me see her, she looked a bit guilty. I wondered... but then I kind of forgot about it. 

Later, at home, her momma texted me that Cordelia had told her, "I may have put a pony in Grandma's purse."  That kind of giving and sharing comes so naturally to her. No, she's not a perfect little girl, but she's got a quality that really warms my heart. 

And that, my friends, is why I now carry a My Little Pony around in my purse.

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