As frustrating as it is that sixteen and seventeen do not seem to be making much progress toward adulthood, they are a pleasure to watch.
Yesterday, for example, my dad was stirring in his chair and son leapt up from where he was staring at jeopardy, to help him with his blanket. My dad had forgotten how to pick up his blanket to cover himself and son picked up on what grandpa wanted and how son could best help him. Grandpa grinned and thanked him for helping him solve the puzzle.
Meanwhile, daughter, though not quite as attuned, sees to it that his corn hole beanbags are placed in his bowl and one in his hand, amongst many helps she offers.
The other day, my dad and two bodyguards joined me in taking meds to twenty two. As I was talking with her, it became evident that she would benefit from a quick trip to the medical clinic, about fifty yards away. My bodyguards stayed with grandpa as I walked her down for what turned out to be nearly forty minutes as they were closed for lunch hour and then the doc was with a patient. Meanwhile, my bodyguards had turned back into caring grandchildren and walked my dad around town (it’s not very big) and then took him to the tiny park with the little free library. He was quite comfortable in their care.
That’s wonderful, Mumsee. Brings happy tears to my eyes. This experience is so good for them, maybe even better for them than for Grandpa. It must bless your heart to see this.
Wandering Views 
All the married couples were invited onto the dance floor of this lovely wedding.
They called out years married and if you didn’t have that many, off the dance floor.
We hung in there until the end and finally were beaten by the groom’s grandparents.
Sigh.
Feeling old, but it was a charming event focused on Jesus— which was such a treat.
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As frustrating as it is that sixteen and seventeen do not seem to be making much progress toward adulthood, they are a pleasure to watch.
Yesterday, for example, my dad was stirring in his chair and son leapt up from where he was staring at jeopardy, to help him with his blanket. My dad had forgotten how to pick up his blanket to cover himself and son picked up on what grandpa wanted and how son could best help him. Grandpa grinned and thanked him for helping him solve the puzzle.
Meanwhile, daughter, though not quite as attuned, sees to it that his corn hole beanbags are placed in his bowl and one in his hand, amongst many helps she offers.
The other day, my dad and two bodyguards joined me in taking meds to twenty two. As I was talking with her, it became evident that she would benefit from a quick trip to the medical clinic, about fifty yards away. My bodyguards stayed with grandpa as I walked her down for what turned out to be nearly forty minutes as they were closed for lunch hour and then the doc was with a patient. Meanwhile, my bodyguards had turned back into caring grandchildren and walked my dad around town (it’s not very big) and then took him to the tiny park with the little free library. He was quite comfortable in their care.
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That’s wonderful, Mumsee. Brings happy tears to my eyes. This experience is so good for them, maybe even better for them than for Grandpa. It must bless your heart to see this.
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Indeed. I consider it an important part of their education: helping with the ninety three and three and four year olds.
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Amen
Jo
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