If you happened to peer in my front porch window as Sunday was winding down, this would have been the scene: a sleepy Sweetums and a satisfied GiGi. It is a mere snapshot of the immense blessing I know with two grandboys.
It was a busy weekend; busier than most ‘though they always go too fast. I spent most of it in the kitchen, roasting ham and then chicken and all the fixins’. Family and friends in and out. Dishes and more dishes to do. Babyfoodapalooza! Pumpkin scones. Seems I hardly left the stove or sink for days. My back ached. I began to feel weary.
There was a welcome wagon mission for new arrivals to our small community. Plus pizza delivery to the moving crew. A stolen hour (or two) with a glass of red (or two) and heart-to-heart with a girlfriend, long overdue. And a wonderfully unexpected drop-in visit from a dear friend I once worked with at the University. Such joy to reconnect!
But the sweetest of the sweet moments were with our grandboys. Playing and tickling, snuggling and soothing, lullabies and rock-a-bye in a squeaky rocking chair in the front room. Whether swaddled tight or squirmy ’til sleep, these moments are most exquisite. Priceless.
When all the hullabaloo faded, I was no longer weary. I was only thankful for a cup past full-to-the-brim, spilling freely, running over.
Day is done, gone the sun
From the lakes, from the hills, from the sky
All is well, safely rest
God is nigh.
Fading light dims the sight
And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright
From afar, drawing near
Falls the night.
Thanks and praise for our days
Neath the sun, neath the stars, neath the sky
As we go, this we know
God is nigh.
~ René Morley
“Ollie and GiGi” photo by S.R.Smith c. 2013;
“Taps” lyrics written by Horace Lorenzo Trim.