#Sundaystills Sweet snippets

“Look, Mommy, the moon is half grown,” stated a clean but tired 4 year old. We were walking back from the camp bathroom. It was, I recall, a stellar camping weekend with friends. I’m unsure what lake we were at or what we ate but I remember her warm small hand in mine as we walked back.

These sweet little snippets of memory float through now and again. Often triggered to the front of the memories by a similar incident or a picture. But most likely, by a conversation with our grandchildren, like how a certain little boy loves the moon.

Some memories totally fade away, and others stick around. It’s that passage of time. Somedays, one feels it keenly. Sweet and bittersweet all at the same time. Reality, of course.

I’m working on a personalized ABC for Little Man C, aka Nan’s Colton bear. There are the usual airplanes to zebras alongside pages with chores, trains, and equipment (lots of equipment). There are also special pages full of family photos of the Cruikshanks, Beutlers, Dunns, and Maki’s. These pages will tell him, in a visual format, who he is.  Who daddy’s dad and grampa were when they were alive. Who G.G. was married to and what Momma and Uncle looked like as youngsters.

He’ll be four next week. Sweet huggy four with a thick layer of rambunctious boy frosting. Bedtime cuddles to sleep are still a thing, and reading always involves snuggling up together. I cherish these sweet times for, far too soon, he will be a teenage boy taller than his Nan and likely not inclined to kiss and hug the same way.

The picture shows us looking at Young A’s ABC book on her special day.  She had chosen a sleepover with us for her birthday, and it was so sweet to wake up to this excited little voice saying, “Nan, Nan, I’m 6 now. It’s finally my birthday, ” as she crawled into bed with us. She’s equal parts raspberry vinegar that one; sweet and tart. A very caring, big hearted child who is fiercely independent with a hefty dose of inquisitiveness. Baking, skiing, reading, playing, or any other activity she’s all in. I treasure this kindergarten year as I know in the fall more school time means less play time with Nan and Grampa.

The sweet joy of being a grandparent is such a blessing. One isn’t guaranteed that this will happen, and if it does, there can be circumstances that mean Monday night sleepovers aren’t options.

Sweet times indeed. Now onward to 6 and 4 with new little baby cousin coming soon.

Crazy how some posts are like pulling teeth to get the words to flow. Then this one I wrote while icing my back today. Now, I’m back to work on the ABC book. I’m making serious progress and feel like I can pull it together by next Tuesday.

As always, I am thankful to Terri over at Second Wind Perspectives for the prompt. I’ve been on a bit of a slow down with words, but this prompt hit the spot. As usual, I went down my own road and chose memories of sweet times comprised of the wonderful connections between parents and children and grandchildren.

I could easily have done sweet eats as there is no shortage of photos or memories of all that baking. But perhaps some of that might hit the #whatsonyourplateblogchallenge. I’m hoping to reveal my reads this month into the #whatsonyourbookshelfchallenge although some of it lately is out of my usual genre, and it’s not that sweet.

Bernie