About once every three years, my wonderful daughter takes a stint as guest blogger. She doesn't know ahead of time that this is going to happen -- I'll just be so dazzled with something she writes me that I just have to share it. So, without further adoo, here's a recent email that showed up in my in box:
I got an old keyboard and put it on Sam's easel under the white board so that he can have an office. The office also contains a cell phone, fake ham, dry erase markers, keys, bracelet, and lipstick. He says he works in a bank and I often hear him giving someone directions. This morning before we left for school, he stopped at his office real quick and sent what sounded like an email to God. "Thank you for the rain, and the trees, and the
flowers. Love, Sam"
Caroline is up to walking about 7 or 8 steps in a row and is very proud of herself. She asks for things she wants although most of her requests sound the same so I have to repeat back until I get the affirmative sign: a big smile and hum noise sometimes accompanied by rubbing her hand across her chest.
Life is good, yup, it is. And grandchildren are spectacular!