Grandchildren and Joy

I spoke to my daughter and granddaughter today. Seems Haley has an obsession with the song, "Wise Man Built His House on a Rock". I seem to remember a similar obsession in her mom. Actually, I wouldn't remember that, except that I have it on tape. Our conversation on the tape goes something like this.

Me (After singing the song once): Shall we sing another song?

Her: "Wise man built on a rock"

Me: "We sang that already. Can we sing a different one?"

Her: "No.' Wise man built on a rock!'"

Me: "How about 'Jesus Loves Me'?"

Her: "No. 'Wise man built on a rock'!"

Ah, yes. Now its a similar story with Haley. I asked her what she was singing this morning. She said, "Built House on a Rock!" She sounded pleased with herself. As she well should be. She's a singer, and knows her words and she's not yet two.

Annika Pearl with her great auntie Eunice Pearl

Annika also gives me joy each time I see her, but she's not chatting on the phone yet. That'll come.

I met my other daughter and grandson this morning at a factory outlet, where my daughter wanted to try on some clothes. There were only three customers there this morning: us.

Josiah is not heavy and for the first while I carried him around while he played with the bluetooth device I wear around my neck.

Josiah the lion.  He's got a good roar... watch out!

Then we were in a smaller, more contained area, and I thought he could run a bit. His laughter is infectious. He ran between rows of clothing and laughed out loud. Once in a while he peeked out from behind jackets and trousers and laugh some more. Then he'd stop for a bit, put the bluetooth device to his ear, and 'talk' on it as if it was his phone. (He's been known to use matchbook cars as his phone as well.) And then he'd run some more and laugh out loud. Even the staff couldn't keep from smiling!

My grandchildren are very high on the list of things that bring me joy these days. But so do my kids. And my husband. And my family and friends.