Innocence of little children

Don't you just love the innocence of little children? Spencer and I spent a day with each other reading books, playing games and making cookies. Of course in my old age I like the pouches of cookie mixes. I had three different kinds and asked him which he would like to make. Without seeing them he wanted chocolate. I had a package of chocolate chip oatmeal so thought that was good with me. Then he saw the one with a picture of a speed racer car on the top. He was so excited and ran and got his speed racer car that looked just like the picture. Well of course that was the ones he wanted to make, peanut butter cookies. We added all the ingredients and rolled each ball and placed them on the cookie sheet. He really did a good job rolling. Then we took the fork and I showed him how to press them down with the fork and make the crisscross. He loved it. His dad and Lyle were working on James' pickup so he couldn't wait to tell his dad that he had made them and they were baked and everything. When he gave his dad some of the cookies he had to tell him how he rolled them (of course talking with his hands). Then he said, "Do you know how I made the tracks on it dad?" After explaining the fork and pressing it down he couldn't tell him enough how cool these cookies were that he made speed racer cookies with tracks on them. I loved it!!!! Who would have even thought tracks? Yes smart boy.

As we were sitting reading books he looks up at me and says, "Grandma, remember that worm at Arctic Circle?" I remembered the worm on the ground that we carefully put in a tiny container for him to take home. "Yes" I said. Then he proceeded to tell me that he put it in the plant. I asked if it was the plant in the office since that is the only real plant in the house. He said "Oh no. I put it in the one you know on the table with the stools by the piano." "It has a safe home there. He will like it Grandma." The grin on his face was priceless. He was so happy and proud of himself all I could say is that it was a great idea.

I LOVE IT!!!

MY MOMMA'S BIRTHDAY

Today is my momma's birthday. Are we ever too old to call our mother momma? I hope not. Ninety two years old. What a woman!! She is adored by all. I have never known anyone who hasn't loved her. Of course like any child and teenager I wondered some days how wonderful she was, only because of my rebellious nature wanting my own way. It is interesting how the older I get the more I understand, love and respect her. Now any time I think of her my heart swells, my throat gets choked up and tears flow from my eyes. Each time I see her I want to just hold her and not let go wondering if I won't get to hold her again for a long time.

Now I thank her for disciplining me, twisting my ears, pulling my hair, and doing a little switching with a willow. Can you imagine how frustrated she had to be raising eight children, six boys and two girls, and those two girls not wanting to wait on those boys? She is amazing. Those were the days when she had to iron all those 100% cotton white shirts for church, bake eight loaves of bread every other day, wash with a wringer washer and hang everything on the clothes line even in the winter.

When I would be frustrated raising my own children she was there supporting me and a lot of times pulling out projects, reading books, letting them help her make cookies and homemade bread so that I could get things done or just so that I could have a little break. There is no better example than my momma. She taught me by example to nurture, to love, to work, to respect my elders and to want the gospel in my life. Sometimes we look around and watch other people and what they do and I have often thought how thankful I am that I was taught the many things she taught me.

She always puts everyone else first, whether it be shelter, food, clothes or to be a friend. She is always there giving totally of herself. I have never met a more unselfish person. Many times she took hitch hikers in to give them a meal, even letting one sleep in the attic. Many times I woke up in the morning to the neighbor sitting at the kitchen table pouring out her heart to mom. She always had bread or a meal to be taken to someone sick or in need. I have always admired her how she would sit with people who were dying. Staying with them and comforting them through their last moments.

Many have called her an angel here on earth. That is a perfect description. She is my angel, my momma. I LOVE YOU MOMMA!!

WAY TO LONG!!!!

I can't believe I haven't updated since January. That is almost 6 months. Sorry!!
Just to let you know that Grandpa is still in re-hab and is doing pretty good. They are really working him over and he gets frustrated with some of the therapists. One he really got upset with , The therapist said well I thought you were only 80. Grandpa letting him know that no he was going to be 95 in another month. And grandma dear is so lonely without him. She wakes up in the night crying. They have taken her over to see him several times but as you all know it is not the same. It is hard to go to bed without him. And even knowing that he is right there with his headphones on watching the jazz game is such a security to her. To watch the love between them is incredible. I can't tell you how touching it was just before he went into surgery. All of us had tears streaming from our faces. To have that much love for 74 years. WOW!
For those who would like to. Remember grandma on her birthday April 6 with a phone call or something. She would love it. Love you all and apreciate you tons.