A couple of sweeties

September 5, 2009 | My Jottings

Here’s a wonderful picture of my faraway grandson, Mr. McBoy.

Isn’t he the cutest thing you’ve seen in a month of Sundays? It’s hard to believe he’s only seven, because he’s so tall and sturdy he could easily pass for a big nine-year old.

What a fabulous blend of his parents he is. He resembles his daddy a lot and I always like to say he’s painted with his mama’s palette.

Next year we have big plans for this wonderful little guy. He’ll be getting on a plane in the East and flying all by himself to the Midwest, where we will love on him for a full week before returning him to his family, spoiled and worn out.

And he’ll also want Grandma to sing “The Life of the Voyageur” to him six times a day, so recently I made my visiting friend Carole from Chicago sit and listen to me sing it for her, in the way of practice. She was very polite and acted like it was a real privilege to listen. Everyone needs a friend like that.

Now look at this little beauty.

She is Mr. McBoy’s sister, Mrs. Nisky. She’s five years old and just started Kindergarten last week, something she has been waiting for and talking about for months now.

Mrs. Nisky is an artistic little peanut with copper colored hair and eyes, and a wispy little voice that makes my heart skip a beat when I hear it. In fact, I have voice mail messages from them that are years old, and I still save them and replay them on a regular basis, and cry.

She knows that when she’s old enough, it will be her turn to fly to Minnesota for a visit with Grandpa and Grandma. I’m sure we’ll do lots of coloring when she’s here.

Mrs. Nisky loves to draw and create, and she’s a protective and doting big sister to 2 1/2 year old Gleegirl, who will be featured on the blog at a later date.

Mrs. Nisky is a dancer too. When she and her family visited a couple of months ago, she put on a fairly lengthy little one-person dance production in the kitchen for any of the family who cared to enjoy it. She twirls and spins and kicks and smiles exuberantly, always making eye contact with her audience, and it seems like she’s a five-year old joy machine when she’s in motion. She looks joyful, dances joyful, smiles joyful, and makes me joyful.

Oh, to have these grandchildren as my own! I can’t believe it sometimes. How in the world did God ever have enough patience and mercy with me to keep me alive all these years, to see me through my horrors and follies, and bring me to this place in my life where my cup runneth over with such precious grandbabies?

I am blessed. Thank you Lord…you are so good to me.