Covering my eyes…
JP: Nana, are you going to keep the Corvette now or are you going to sell it?
Me: I think I will keep it for now. That way I can take you for a ride in it.
JP: Papa let me drive sometimes.
Me: He did?
JP: Well, he let me put one hand on the steering wheel and help. But you don’t have to go real fast like Papa. It might make you sick.
Me: You’re so good to me! Did you like it when Papa drove fast?
JP: Yeah, we would yell “Whee doggies” and laugh!
A tough act to follow…
I like both of these! And they’re color coordinated, like it was meant to be!
Reading or listening to the news lately is so disheartening that I sometimes wonder what has happened to this world we live in. Then something sweet happens and I feel better about the future…
In the few days after my husband died in December, family began gathering as is usually the case, I’m sure. Everyone was anxious to help do something — anything, really. I asked my stepson if he would take youngest to get a hair and beard trim before the weekend. They went to Upscale Male, a salon in nearby Naperville, where my husband and Dave have gotten their hair cut for years.
One of the stylists came over to ask Dave where his dad was. The guys sadly explained what had happened with their dad and she was, of course, shocked at the suddenness. Dave and his dad had just been in there the month before. She excused herself for a moment and came back with the owner who was terribly upset and offered his condolences — and insisted that he be allowed to provide his services on the house that day as a tribute to their dad.
What a lovely gesture from a very kind man who went out of his way to try to help my guys feel a little better. ❤️❤️❤️
This is as far as I’ve gotten…