Sunday Sabbath March 13 2016  MISTAKES AND KISSES

What can I say?  I’m not perfect but my heart is full of love.  So I guess that counts for something.

Yesterday was a fine day indeed!  It did not end for me until midnight and I knew I would be up by 5:45 a.m. today, which was the first morning of SPRING FORWARD.  “Spring forward” morning is always the most difficult morning to arise early.  And so it was.  I was up, but the boys were not.  After Dave and I were showered and dressed and breakfast brewing, it was past time for my two little sleepy heads to be up.  I had the hall light on.  We made lots of noise and finally broke through the shell of Zachariah’s impenetrable dreamland.  Xander was another story.  He would just not wake up.  So I had to resort to the last tactic I knew.  KISSES!  I started kissing his soft rosy cheek trying to disturb his little cocoon.  He just simply turned toward me, eyes still tightly closed in the deep peaceful sleep that only a child can do.  He reminded me of a baby nuzzling closer to the breast of a mother.  He was content, happy, and definitely had no intention of waking up prematurely.  I just kept kissing his cheek.  He finally peeked up at me, snuggled closer to me, as Zach snuggled on his other side.  Dave was watching this and he snapped a picture, one of those precious moments that can only be caught by accident.  I have included the picture at the bottom of the blog.  Just look at his little grin of peaceful satisfaction.  His look spoke a thousand words to me.  It was a look of deep satisfaction of being so loved, contented, secure, and pleased with life at the moment.

There is nothing quite like the warm smell of a little boy mixed with profuse stardust kisses.  And I had the luxury of two wonderful boys to kiss awake.  It was one of those priceless rare treasures of being Gramma.  I am “Gramma” instead of “Grandma” because that is how it sounds when the kids address me and that is how Zachariah spelled it in his recent thank you note to me.  I always wanted to be called something unique and so I glommed onto “Gramma”.  Can you tell that I love being a Gramma???

Now to the mistake.  I needed to brush my teeth after breakfast and Xander needed to get dressed.  Well, he only had one pair of clothing in his bag to put on, so I instructed him to get dressed, remembering to remind him to change his underwear, and I would be right out.  Once he was dressed he came into the bathroom to comb his hair (he has a buzz cut), I finished my teeth brushing, and we left to go to church.  He looked quite handsome in my book.  I dropped him off at his 4 year old class.  Fast forward to the service ending, me picking the boys up from their respective classrooms, and finding mom and dad amidst the hundreds of parishioners.  All is well until we see Xander walking away from us with his hands in his “back pockets”.  EXCEPT…his hands were in his front pockets which now graced his little butte.  I have a picture of that for you too.  He was so humiliated when he found out he had his pants on backwards!  Actually, I thought it quite cute!  Well, dad took him to the restroom and saved his dignity.  He came out a happy camper.  So much for Gramma’s eagle eye.  Next time I’ll have to give him a better onceover before we leave home.  I guess ALL’S WELL THAT ENDS WELL!  He still loves me.  And I thought I had done a great job just making certain he had on underware!

WHILE AGAIN I’M YOUNG AT HEART

By Kathleen Martens

March 13, 2016

Oh my, I love my boys

One generation removed.

The children of my beloved son

A father so well proved.

I know he loves his boys

As much as I have loved him.

And oh how that touches my heart

Now that my vision has dimmed.

Greying hair and fading memory

May announce my coming end,

But until that day comes

To my grand-boys I’ll be their friend.

We’ll run and play until they’re too old,

Only a short time will they be young.

 I’ll try to not give too much advice

If it’s possible to hold my tongue.

Every day I will cherish these years

While their lives are still beginning,

And try to stay alive as long as I can

Until my very last inning.

So fun to play and dance a jig,

Read books, play games and do art.

And I will just be plain old Gramma

While again I’m young at heart.

It is Sunday Sabbath, my day of rest.  I shall go rest.  My blog is written.  I love writing my blog! 

GOD BLESS YOU ON THIS DAY OF REST.

P.S.  The best advice I would have for you today is to go to www.citychurchonline.org and look up today’s sermon.  The title is:

“Romans Series:  Understanding God’s Wrath”.  This is a sermon that everyone could benefit from listening to.