She stood at my front door, all three feet and 7 inches of her, my granddaughter. On her face was a smile and in her hand was a yellow dandelion bloom.
Here, Opa, I got you a flower. I accepted the gift with the pomp and circumstance such an offering deserved.
Yes, any other day that same yellow bloom would have served as an unwelcome reminder that weeds were overrunning my lawn. But right then that dandelion plucking was an an invaluable expression of love.
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Sunday, July 12, 2015
Thursday, June 11, 2015
Christmas in June
I want to watch the Christmas movie. Those were the first words out of our 3 year-old granddaughter's mouth as she came through our front door on an 80 degree June day. The desired movie being The Grinch That Stole Christmas.
Our granddaughter comes by it honestly.
When I was growing up Christmas was always a bid deal in my immediate and extended family. Later, the first Christmas tree I bought for an apartment of my own took up a full quarter of the living room. Later still, decorating the colonial style house in which my wife and I set up housekeeping grew to a four day undertaking.
Our own kids knew the words to every Christmas song there ever was by heart. A friend once speculated that I must have tied my son to a chair, placed speakers on either side of him, and refused to cut him loose until every holiday song was committed to memory.
My son went on to buy a Christmas tree that took up a full quarter of the living room of his apartment.
So when our daughter's daughter requested Christmas in June my wife looked at me, rolled her eyes, and said.... Oh my gosh - it's genetic
Our granddaughter comes by it honestly.
When I was growing up Christmas was always a bid deal in my immediate and extended family. Later, the first Christmas tree I bought for an apartment of my own took up a full quarter of the living room. Later still, decorating the colonial style house in which my wife and I set up housekeeping grew to a four day undertaking.
Our own kids knew the words to every Christmas song there ever was by heart. A friend once speculated that I must have tied my son to a chair, placed speakers on either side of him, and refused to cut him loose until every holiday song was committed to memory.
My son went on to buy a Christmas tree that took up a full quarter of the living room of his apartment.
So when our daughter's daughter requested Christmas in June my wife looked at me, rolled her eyes, and said.... Oh my gosh - it's genetic
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