But I'm not going to let you off that easy. Sorry. (I do this for my husband, if for no one else. He's on his way back from the Emerald Isle right now, and at some point in his travels today--after he lands in NYC, perhaps, or when he's on the NY-to-Boston shuttle, or before he gets in the car to drive the rest of the way home--he's going to check in and see if I've got a new post up, and I don't want a repeat of this, however sweet it was.)
So I considered linking up for 7 Quick Takes Friday over at Conversion Diary, because that's always fun. But after reading the 7QTF posts by the super-bloggers (above), I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I don't know if I have one interesting thing to pass along, let alone seven!
But I do have some exciting travels to look forward to. In two days, my husband and I are flying out west to spend almost a week with our oldest son and his family. I can hardly wait to see my three itty-bitty granddaughters again--it's been two months since our last visit, and I'm beginning to have withdrawal symptoms. They're growing up on us: the twins are over two already, and Little Gal is crawling now!
Being a mother has been the joy of my life. But I don't know if I can put into words the way I feel when the twins say "Grammy." It comes out "Grah-mee," with the emphasis on the second syllable, and it's the most beautiful name I can imagine hearing. When we were Skype-ing the other day, they said my name several times and I was on a cloud. (And hey--when you're on Skype, you actually are in "The Cloud," right? Whatever that is--some sort of Big Brother-style, all-seeing entity, I fear!)
For a grandmother who doesn't live near her precious little ones, Skype has been a true godsend (make that Godsend). Papa and I get to not only see the girls, but to interact with them. "Go get the big purple and pink balls," we'll say to the twins, and they'll run off to find them. "Where's Pooh?" we'll ask, and one of them will go off-screen for a moment and return to proudly show us their tubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff. "Can you jump?" we'll say, because nothing is funnier than watching a two-year-old trying to jump as high as she can. Skype is the next best thing to being there and playing with them in person, and I don't know what we'd do without it.
In my Internet travels recently, I came across some lovely vintage artwork by a favorite artist of mine, Jesse Willcox Smith (who has been the subject of several of my blog posts in the past). They reminded me so much of my little sweeties that it made me more anxious than ever to get on that plane on Sunday (and wow, those are words I never ever ever thought I'd hear myself say, after so many years of avoiding air travel like the plague).
For instance, the little reader in this painting could be one of my twin granddaughters...if only her hair was much, much thinner and shaped a little more like a mullet. Grammy's girls love love love looking at books.
Have a beautiful weekend, filled with fun-to-read blogs, or husbands who miss you when you're not there, or interesting travels, or adorable little children, or engrossing books read in cozy nooks, or sweet-smelling flowers...or whatever else makes you happy!