Life and its twists are many times not only interesting but fun. Sherry never had a daughter. She wanted one, so when Sherece was born to Mark and Corinne, Grandma latched on. We spent many wonderful hours with that beautiful girl. Once very early in her life she was hospitalized, she took the IV’s like a champ. Pushing the IV rack down to the toy room, she was so cute.
(Grandma and Sherece (Reece, Reececup))
Did your kids and grand kids like, little houses, tunnels, tents, etc? The one thing I remember was we put up a tree for Christmas. Reece had went with us to pick it out. We came home and put the tree up, the box it came in was about 2x2x4, nice box.
We were interested in the tree, decorating, presents etc. We started taking note that Reece was in the box. So naturally I made her a door and windows. She loved that box more than any presents she got. That was ‘her house’.
Sherry and I had built that house and it had a huge finished basement. I built a play house, complete with door, phone, sink windows, everything. After awhile, she was back in the box.
I used this example on a forum I attend. Some folk like to display/show the gifts given by God, but the real dedicated folks remember the small package all these gifts came in, that of our Lord. The gifts to those true folk are incidental, the main thing is the package (box), in which they arrived one Christmas morn, Long ago in a stable, in a manger as a Babe.
Okay I am not going to preach. Driving this rig gives one time to think. This trip I was thinking of our Reececup. She was a wonderful gift to her mom and dad, but especially to her Grandma. Oh, I like her a little of course (smile) because in a world of boys, she is the only girl as a grand.
(The girls, Elsie, Stella, Reece and Grandma)
Now I sorta think I am being ganged up on, Ben gave us Elsie Mae and Reece gave us Stella. WE have three girls and they are all beautiful….
If we got one-tenth of what was promised to us in these State of the Union speeches, there wouldn't be any inducement to go to heaven.
I ran across this picture on the net. I tis a Pontiac, must be a ‘47-48 (dat is a guess)