And so,
another day of summer break has come and gone with an additional 9 visitors
today.
Isabell will
be 4 years old Monday and we will have a birthday/father’s day celebration for
her and several Dad’s tomorrow here at my house. I shopped for over an hour and
after choosing the perfect birthday gifts then returning them to the shelf
several times over, I ended up getting markers, coloring sheets, a large floor
puzzle, and a princess chair. I hope she likes them.
Loretta,
Nathan, and Gayle (my sister-in-law, great nephew, and Loretta’s friend) came
over to swim. Mandy and I were away shopping when they found their way onto the
back porch, spotted the pool key, and helped themselves to a swim. They had a
great time and left their signatures in the gazebo to show they had been here.
Some of the
names in the gazebo are beginning to fade. When I looked closely, I could see
where Austin had written his name for the first time and where Mandy had written
Isabell. I saw family nicknames and where silly bubble shaped words had once
been colored brightly. Dates and names begin to fade, but memories never do.
Well…in some cases they do. My grandmother passed away several years ago after
being diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. I can’t imagine how my Mom must have felt
knowing that so many of the memories that they shared together simply disappeared.
My grandmother was a terrific seamstress, knitter, quilter, and could crochet
anything. She must have provided my Mom with the skills necessary to complete
these tasks too. Knitting is her favorite past time. She can knit blankets,
sweaters, scarves, and hats. She really has a knack for knitting. I guess…when
all is said and done; anything we pass down to others can be saved, such as
signatures on a gazebo; or skills passed down from one generation to another.
Melissa,
Jeff, Austin, Cole, and Ben visited after their baseball game tonight. They ate
spaghetti then swam in the pool leaving behind fresh signatures written in navy
blue.
9 visitors today, 183 in all
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