It's not every day that a little guy gets some quality attention from two great grandmas.
Their big boy common first born grandson grabbed a little time too.
A wonderful weekend full of generations all having fun. The older ones moving from porch to porch, enjoying watching the children play and us adults do our chores, chatting endlessly and reinventing the 1940's and 50's...
....or perhaps not a reinvention at all.
Their histories after all, are not the ones we learned in text books or have seen recently in TV documentaries.
One grew up in a small farming village the midst of war torn Germany,
Oma enjoying blog post from our cousin in her home town
the other in an apartment building in New York City learning as a little girl the grief of loosing her mother.
Yet the tales were somehow connected by all that is important:
by their own experiences of
family, food and laughter.
I sure do hope these guys will remember their childhood in much the same way.
When we made this major lifestyle change to the city/farm from the suburbs, I had visions of the farm side being an idealistic place where I would just feel good about life. People would come, I would cook from the garden and barn (getting there), visitors and grandchildren would help with chores and learn all of life's good as well as hard lessons while doing so.
We would all work together, play together and give thanks together around the table after a full day.
Kind of amazing that it is working out that way.
Our Kate and the boys were here for several days and will be lots over the summer.
She to pass the time and relish in child care help,
and the little ones to live as normally as possible.
Her husband is away for an extended period of time, deployed to harms way,
and we can do nothing to ease her fear and loneliness except to love her and her sons with all our might.
That we will do.
And Pray every moment for Kevin's safety.