Fresh towels are out. Food is bought. Puzzles and DVDs are ready. Plans are made. The weather is perfect.
The granddaughters are coming.
When they come, it’s a whirlwind of activity. There are places to go and things to buy. This year it’s winter coats. We are past the multi-colored clothes of toddlerhood and into pre-teen tastes. I’m excited to see what they chose.
It’s the last week for the local park. The roller coaster will beckon and the beloved husband is looking forward to a ride or two. They will fill up on clams, seafood and other things “east coast.”
There aren’t many young children in our family. Thirty is considered young. Having two 12 year olds around will be eye-opening and exhausting (in a good way).
In the blink of an eye they will be gone. All that will remain is dirty laundry, food that didn’t get eaten, four cats wondering what all the commotion was about and two tired old folks.
These are blessed times. In a few years there will be other activities claiming their attention. This is a time to make memories.