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December 28, Friday – Thunderstorms last night, and a heavy downpour this morning, but now the sunshine is turning the raindrops to tiny crystal balls clinging to twigs and grass. The area needs the rain so we were glad to see it.
We had such a good visit with the loved ones over the holidays. Leslie came first with her baby Nathaniel. He is our first grandson and we enjoyed him so much. Then came Jerusha our granddaughter and her fiancé, Ryan. She is wearing a sparkly ring now, and they are both beaming.
Lastly, Justin came to pick up Leslie, and he brought his four-year-old daughter, Hailey. Then the place was really hopping. J Hailey is the busiest little girl you ever saw! She is also sweet and smart, strong willed, and quite single minded. She is a handful…and I miss her. I sighed a sigh of relief when Leslie and Justin took her home, even as I had a big lump in my throat because she was crying for me as they drove away.
I miss all of them, and the house is very quiet. I regret that I get so tired, so quickly these days, but even so, having loved ones here is of one of my greatest joys.
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I have to admit.... as much of a pain it was to put all the stuffed animals and duck decoys back.... it was cute seeing them all lined up in the middle of the circle... hahaha
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It got quiet in a big hurry Tuesday afternoon. From a hustling, bustling home, especially on Sunday, when we had a houseful of visitors as well as the family loved ones, to a house where each rain drop can be clearly heard. A home full of joyful noise is so nice to hear and to be around. Even though we need to rest up for the next trips here, it is a bit lonesome I have to admit. Where is the baby, sounding out his teradactyl calls; where is the sleepy Leslie or Jerusha looking for a reason to hold the baby once again; where is Hailey, busily setting up a host of stuffed animal visitors to listen in on the Sunday School and the exhortation; where is the tired and perceptive Justin, trying to recoup for his journey back to Florida; where is Ryan with his subtle wit and fixed gaze, for Jerusha that is...they've all gone home. Sigh. As the bard once said, "parting is such sweet sorrow."
LT
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