Long ago when I was a kid, there was a group of girls that would visit their grandparents every summer and come play with us. Each year I looked forward to their visits but secretly harbored my jealousy. I wished I had grandparents that I could visit for a whole week or five days or even three days. It just wasn't in the cards for me. I had numerous grandparents but I guess keeping a child in the summer just wasn't their cup of tea or maybe they just physically could not handle it and I was too young to know. This week I have my grandsons David and Parker with a visit by my great grandson Nolan thrown in the mix. I am so tired it hurt to take my dirty clothes off tonight but they were covered in bubbles, powdered sugar, ice cream, sweat and possibly a little pee. I'm exhausted every night and it's a good sleep. David has to have a good night kiss and a Grammy hug before bed. Parker wants me to sleep beside him. Nolan is usually the first to go out almost falling asleep sitting up. They all enjoy riding in the buggy and in the echoes of their laughter I could hear Dwight's laughter. Oh, this legacy of love he's left behind! I made a double batch of chocolate gravy for breakfast so the boys and I took some to Dwight's dad for breakfast. The boys ran to give him a hug. I don't know if they'll remember this week, but I'm hoping that they remember the love and laughter.
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