There's no place like home.

There's no place like home.
Home is where my husband and I reside; wherever that may be.

Thursday, July 7, 2016

This day

Since before he was born this little guy has been mine.  There are no words to describe the special place that he has in my heart.  Not just because he is the first grandchild or because he's a boy (I have a soft place for little boys), but just because he's Layn.


Watching him "dive to the bottom" of the hot tub makes my heart sing like nothing else does.  The cool shades don't hurt either.


Sitting at my table contentedly cutting paper into ever smaller bits, then gluing them together again, that's what hot summer afternoons are all about.  


This morning he unashamedly sat and got his first pedi (even boys can enjoy this little indulgence) and beamed with pleasure when the girl wrapped the hot towel around his legs.

This grandma is storing away all the moments for later when my body is bent and my boy is grown and gone.

2 comments:

Peggy Wolf said...

My heart is melting. Thank you for bringing Layn into your home, into your family and into your heart so fully. You are wonderful and you've make him that way too.

Anonymous said...

A legacy that won't be forgotten in future generations.