I live in a small neighborhood in a nice home among hard working middle class type people. I have an amazing job, I go to church on Sunday, I am nice to most everyone, and I have good health and blessings (too many to track or count). However, the most amazing and important pieces that make the puzzle of my life complete are my family members -- Karl, the kids and kids-in-law, grandchillins, my dad (and Mom and Ardith), siblings and siblings-in-law, many nieces and nephews, adopted family members (they know who they are), and others . . . . At the end of the day, family matters more than anything.
I usually start my grocery list on Saturday night after I get home from the store and realize everything I forgot to buy. My grocery list was on the desk in the kitchen on Sunday and that's the day all the family comes to dinner. After work today, I needed to add something to my list and there on the paper Elliott had written his name. Grandson #1 is into leaving notes here and there. A couple of weeks ago, he left two sticky notes on my dresser "I (image of a heart) you". A heart warming and tender feeling consumes me when I see his awkward first grade handwriting messages, just for me! It's stuff like this that makes my life complete! I don't know why Elliott added his name to my grocery list, but just the fact that it is there will remind me to get him and all of the kids a special something when I go shopping.
Life is good!
1 comment:
He wrote his name because he loves you and wants to live at your house. That was probably his way of sending you a subliminal message.
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