“We did not come to this earth to gain our worth…
we brought it with us.”
~ Ardeth G. Kapp
This amazing, lovely, ridiculous Mother’s day gift that was bestowed on me by one of my kids. Ten points to Gryfindor if you can guess which one. Haha.
A sweet, shy, tender little kitty that runs ahead of me to make sure the porch is completely safe before we venture out.
An open-faced egg salad sandwich…or two in the afternoon. Yum.
A rousing game of 5 Crowns with the family. It’s one of the few games they play that I actually…you know…get without too much hand holding.
A pretty little sign that gets to the point quite nicely. I mean…if you’re going to tell someone to scram, how cool is it if you can be polite about it?
A big sister and her baby brother.
Just the right card from one of my other kids. “Believe me.” Haha.

Family vollyball. Watching it…not playing it..as the sun goes down.
A whole website full of beautiful family friendly music that I can just leave on loop all day long.
This is the story of a little girl…and a chicken. No, no, not a real chicken, a fake chicken.
One day this little girl went to a party and at this party they played a game. You know the game. It’s that one where everybody brings a wrapped white elephant present and puts it in a pile. The people take turns choosing and opening their presents. Then they begin trading and swapping and swiping the presents back and forth until the time is up and the game is over. You keep the gift you end up with.
Well, this little girl had never played this particular game before and was slightly unclear about the rules. She unwrapped a lovely white and speckled chicken and was positively thrilled about it. Now, it wasn’t that she was crazy about chickens…no, it wasn’t that. But this little girl knew that her Grammy was crazy about chickens and she wanted to give the chicken to her for her birthday. It would be perfect.
So this little girl, being completely content with her gift, skipped her turn each round because she wanted what she had and didn’t want anything else. That strategy worked for awhile. Until, someone else came along–not knowing anything about this girlie’s plan–and took the chicken off her lap and sat down across the room. The little girl didn’t know what to do. She had no more turns left and her chicken was gone. She didn’t make a fuss or commotion of any kind. She just put her head down and quietly started to cry. She couldn’t help it. She was just so sad.
Apparently someone else in the room was watching and paying attention and realized that this particular chicken was very important to this particular little girl, and they still had one turn left. This sweet person got up and traded their prize for that chicken. When the game was all over this person got up and handed the chicken to our little girl.
She hugged the chicken tight and smiled all the way home.
Thank you for my beautiful chicken Miss Chompy. It means more to me than you’ll ever know.
I’ll love it…
and you…
forever.
love, Grammy
The kitties are at that awkward stage where I’d happily pay someone to get some good pictures.
They don’t sit still…
or open their eyes–even though they can…
or turn around and face the camera properly.
Haha.
But they’re getting bigger and more friendly every day. So, I’ll try harder to snap some better pictures of our sweet babies.
If they’d quit wiggling.
Sheesh.
Honestly, wasn’t this just yesterday?!
Somehow, while we weren’t looking…
we got here.
So incredibly proud of these two sweet, smart, wonderful kids.
It all goes by so crazy fast.
But the love has always been the same, from there to here.
With all my heart and with all the next big, beautiful steps…
Beckham and Lily…
I love you.
Grammy