Call her strong willed. Call her a free spirit, or a spitfire… with white-blonde hair in wild curls, and attitude to match, that’s the gift we were given.
My oldest on the other hand, mama’s girl. So much like me. Cautious to a fault. In life, in friendship, in everything she tries. Unless she is sure of success, she sits, watches, waits, analyzes. Only when she is truly ready will she commit.
These two have made a friend at the camp ground this trip. Another little blonde girl to play with… and we suddenly have a little break.
While my dear hubby tries to figure out my ipod, I’m taking a minute to observe my kids just at play… taking turns introducing this new one into their fold. Their personalities so evident in how they talk and share and laugh…
Ultimately, they go back to playing together, but today at the campground,their world is expanding…and a little at a time, so is ours.
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While describing this to my father over the weekend, he reminded me of my grandfather, a ham radio operator.
Granddaddy John was W7LBW. They had a 20 foot tall antenna over their house, that looked more like a mini death star under construction. He made friends all over the world. Some of my favorite memories are sitting in his office, mike at the ready, watching the voice modulation as we called out into the ether.
Though granddad has gone on to his reward, perhaps I inherited his desire to stay in touch with the world at large. I know that ne would have been enthralled with an entire world at your fingertips…and wonder, what will we see when my daughters have children of their own.