This morning there was a big dew and Gage likes to help me feed the birds before I carry him to school, it has gotten to be part of the morning for him now. Well this morning he tracked in the most grass and stuff and I almost said something to him, but I’m so glad I didn’t. It came to me that I can sweep up the trash and before long Gage will be to big to want to help feed the birds, but I think he’ll always remember the times he did help me. The days will fly by the floors will get dirty… who cares… I don’t…I’ll just clean them after I take him to school and tomorrow we’ll do it over again.
When the kids come to my house I don’t want them to feel like they have to walk on egg shells or be afraid if they spill something. There’s so much more to life than worrying about things like that. When they come to see me I want them to be little kids. I want to hear them laugh, scream, feel free to ask for things. I want them to know at Paw Paw’s house the number one rule is just don’t do anything that can get you hurt. This is the way my grandparents where and the memories I have. I can think of no better way to honor them than by trying to be like them.
Seven year olds don’t stay seven very long and I want to squeeze as many good times in as I can.
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