time goes by, and I think it goes by faster the older we become.
Why is that?
I remember being a child playing in the warm Idaho sunshine wondering at times why the
days were so long.
Who would I play with , where could we go, and would I ever grow up.
Do you recall those feelings too?
Molly is my three old granddaughter and I spent precious moments with her and my
daughter this weekend in Edmond Oklahoma.
One word for time spent with my Molly DELIGHTFUL!!!
Sweet and simple felt heart wreath welcomes me into their home, along with a big hug, kisses and the best words in the world whispered in my ear.
"I love you Mimi."
My heart melts like a snowman on a sunny day.
Three year olds are much like a mixture of vanilla pudding mixed with cayenne pepper
served in a gloriously multifaceted crystal bowl.
Three year olds try their parents patience, but not a Mimi's.
Mimi's eyes have seen the passage of time, watched the trees blossoms and the leaves
wither and fade...
With the gift of time on a grandparent's side our wrinkled brows and eyeglass clad eyes see
only the magic in those persnickety, delightful, energetic youthful and pure spirits.
Molly runs with the breeze, it barely catches her, as her black patent shoes dance just
above the ground.
Magic... pure magic...
Of a Mimi and her grandchild.
Delight swirls around her world like whip cream topped on a piece of cherry pie.
Wonder collides with innocence on a February day.
Love One Another As I Have Loved You.
Happy Birthday twinkle toes, I love you!
I think February might just be my new favorite month.