Dan and I have been grandparents-in-training for several years. I doubt that he’s made any colossal mistakes along the way like I have.
Three grandkids missing from this photo
Dan and I have been grandparents-in-training for several years. I doubt that he’s made any colossal mistakes along the way like I have.
Three grandkids missing from this photo
I’ve never learned to like the bitter taste of coffee. I love the smell, but the taste, um, not so much. I mean, every once in a while I’ll have a little coffee with my cream and sugar.
Until.
Until our latest adventure in Puerto Rico. My son and daughter-in-law took us to breakfast one morning. DIL ordered a mocha, which turned out to be a cup dipped in Nutella and then plunged into Oreo cookie crumbs. The lovely pink mug was then filled with the chocolatey-coffee beverage, and a creamy heart was painted on top.
We just spent a week in paradise—a small island in the tropics where my son and daughter-in-law live, also known as Puerto Rico.
So much tropical greenery, sandy beaches that rim the island, beautiful old structures, and delicious food. And of course the best of it was spending time with son and DIL.
In her book, Celebrate Every Day, Shauna Niequist wrote:
I will confess that sometimes I want what Mary had: I want an angel, and I want an assignment. I want can’t-miss-it clarity, a special purpose, the certainty that I’m on the right path, doing the right thing, and that it matters.
Photo by Dan Kiefer on Unsplash
We hiked every day, even on the couple of intermittent-rain days. The reward for putting up with the wetness was a dusting of snow on the mountains the next day. Dan dragged me out of bed before sunrise—twice—so we could catch the alpenglow. If you’ve never seen pink frosting on a mountaintop, you need to get out more.
Our grandson, William, spent a few days with us recently. When all the grands are together, much rowdy fun is had by all. But one grandchild at a time provides the unique opportunity for deeper conversations and greater bonding.
Fishing and picnicking on Lake Billy Chinook
The water is as smooth as a mirror and the mountains are still wearing a bit of winter white. As I write this, I’m fishing with Dan on Lava Lake high in the Cascades. Well … more accurately, Dan’s fishing and I’ve got my laptop out.
Lava Lake with South Sister as backdrop
The world is much smaller than I thought. I recently met new members of my family I hadn’t previously known—brothers and sisters in Latvia, this tiny country that was once part of the Soviet Union and has only been independent since 1991.
A children’s camp and a working sheep ranch spread out over 740 acres of rolling hills with patches of forest. It’s called Eagle’s Wings.
Eagle’s Wings Camp — Latvia
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