A week ago Friday, Anne's and my son Kevin came to our home to assist his mother in taking down her artificial but beautiful Christmas tree.
With Kevin were his and Melody's two boys, Brody age 9 and Gannon age 7.
At first the boys played in our playroom, but on this cool, crisp sunny day, they couldn't resist playing on our backyard play set, swinging on the swings, sliding down the slides and climbing into the clubhouse.
They were so excited and happy, that their laughter and high pitched little voices echoed and I just had to join them.
Together we had a great time.
Anne and I have a soft beachball sized ball and four soccer sized balls and the kids were kicking and throwing them all around the yard when I came out to join them.
We then organized a game of catch, in which I would throw the beachball high and the boys would run and catch it and throw it back to me. They also tossed the ball to each other.
Brody was so quick, that he almost always caught the ball. By contrast, Gannon was so busy talking, and making wisecracks, that a couple of times the beachball bounced off his face.
As it bounced off his face and landed on the grass, it made all three of us laugh.
Children grow up so quickly and Anne and I treasure this time with our grandchildren as we have always treasured the time with our three sons and their wives.
His afternoon, we had a lot of laughs.
Dick
In this Journal, I will attempt to strip away my protective veneer to view and communicate honestly what the truth is as I perceive it. My intent is to grow, for without an honest evaluation of the truth, how else can one fully absorb life's more difficult lessons and benefit by them. If I do this in secret, then I am still hiding behind a protective veneer, so it is being published online. If you find this Journal, you are welcome to read it and hopefully grow from it as well.
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