So Humble


Yesterday my son brought our three oldest grand kids to the airport to spend the afternoon with us. Grandpa treated them each to very thrilling airplane rides, which they were quite enthusiastic about in the retelling! Later we went mini golfing and then out for supper.

We dined at the local A&W, and once we had our order, discovered that two drinks were missing. Grandpa Lloyd dug in his pocket to pull out more change to pay for the missing drinks, but my son beat him to it.

Ten year old Toby put his hand out pretending to take Grandpa’s money for himself. So Grandpa went along and pretended to put the coins in Toby’s hand.

Toby laughed and said, “I’m just kidding. You don’t have to give me the money.” So Grandpa put the money back in his pocket.

Toby frowned through his grin and teased, “Hey, you were supposed to give me more since I was being so humble!”




The stars aligned this week. My daughter and month old grandson came to visit. And then everything worked out for my oldest grandchild to join us. There are 14 years between them. My I-Pad is full of crazy but cherished photos.

We have shopped, pedicured, laughed ourselves silly, visited an art gallery, but mostly… we have fed, burped, changed and rocked Baby Leon.

Having both youngest and oldest of my grandchildren with me, is a good reminder of how quickly life passes. It was only yesterday…

“Child of the pure, unclouded brow

And dreaming eyes of wonder!

Though time be fleet and I and thou

Are half a life asunder,

Thy loving smile will surely hail

The love-gift of a fairy tale”

– Lewis Carroll

I have so very much to be thankful for. This week is just one precious point on a very long list.



Happy Father’s Day


Dear Dad:

This is the first Father’s Day I haven’t bought you a card, although I have stopped by many card displays and wished . . .

With Wednesday’s arrival of Leon Gordon, I’ve been thinking how thrilled you would be in your own humble way, to learn that your name lives on with this newest great grandson. I want you to know that your children and grandchildren cherish the memory of you, choose to honour you and pray that more than just your name graces the character of your lineage.

It is hard to imagine that these newly born men (all  your great grandsons) will one day have grandsons of their own, who will in turn have a hard time imagining that their grandpa was once a cute little boy.

So today I want to publicly remember you Dad, and show the world that the wonderful man you became, was once a darling little crackerjackid, You were adorable. Your entire life.

Happy Father’s Day Dad. I miss you.




As Lloyd and I were driving with grandsons, Ryland and Toby, we played a game where one person had to think of an object, and the rest of us would ask questions until we pinned down the elusive item.

The first person would describe something that started with the letter “A”, second person took letter “B” and so on. The letter “Q” fell on six year old Toby’s turn.

That was a tough one. He was having trouble coming up with something, but the wheels were turning as he mouthed, “Qua, Qua, Qua.”

Suddenly his consternation turned to enthusiasm as he excitedly encouraged us to begin our inquiry.

Well, he had us stumped.

Question after question led us no where closer to solving this puzzle. We finally had to give up, and little Toby (who had trouble pronouncing his “R”s), delightfully blurted out, “Quap!! It was Quap!!!”

Q picture – credit to Walter Wick I Spy Ultimate Challenger