It is Thursday my day off. I get up and clean up all the "not so Nola" things, take a shower, get Lila's lunch packed, make my bed, finish up the laundry, write in Lila's book, pray with Lila and Ann including by name those that we know have cancer. Missy is in the drive way... were going to go to Waconia and hit some garage sales. Away we go, it seems free sailing from 8:30 until about 2:00 (our plan to be home). We have a wonderful time and unload the goods, mainly little clothes for the grands.
Soon there is a knock on the deck door, it is our Nola Jean playing shy with Missy being here, blanket covering the face, sitting on my lap for protection! We sit together and then unload all of Lacey's goods and gramma is off again, this time to NewUlm for some therapy recreation. When I return home it is a little love for Nola Jean, a little for Lila, a little for Lacey and a little more for papa (Ann is in bed). Together it is a whole lot of love! Everyone goes to bed and Lacey and I talk until 11:45 pm... off to bed for us and then up in the am for work.
...when I leave for work I am feeling lonesome for Nola - okay easy fix... "Lacey you should probably stay until after supper so I can go to Menards and get the right ceiling fan for the kitchen as the two I got don't work. She stays and I am home in time to take our Nola Jean for a walk out side! Before we even start I can feel a joy inside of me that only a busy gramma with a little girls hand in hers, can know. She see's the "girls" across the street and runs blindly to them - I follow close behind knowing she should be learning a lesson here... "don't run into the road" - but, I am here with her and she is so free, so happy, so uninhibited by the world! We talk with the girls and then we go walking. I decide we will walk down mainstreet and around through the cement yard. It proves to be a wonderful decision as she squats down and explains to me "ROCKS!" She picks them up into her hand saying "rock" each time. Her little hands are full now...
so gramma helps...
I show her the pocket in her little gingham flowered dress.
She picks up a rock
drops it into the pocket.
"Pocket, rock"
"Pocket, rock"
"Pocket, rock"
in her little voice with each one she picks up.
I could stay here forever, filling myself with this simple joy in life.
As she begins to walk towards home, her dress swings to the side from the weight of the rocks,
she touches it making sure they are all still there...
she runs to her momma, who picks her up and feels her own childhood unfold inside a little pocket on a gingham flowered dress.
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