I need to tell you

As the hijacker has mentioned, Isaac spent alot of time with us this summer. If my morning schedule would allow, I'd run out to Karin's truck to say hi to Isaiah & Esther Faith. Esther Faith thought it was her time and didn't want it to end, altho' sometimes she would be rather cool in her reception of my loving.

But, every time, without fail, she would do all she could to keep me at the window conversing with her--about any thing. Her attempts were always started with,

"I need to tell you one more question."

Every time, without fail, "I need to tell you one more question." How do you correct someone so cute, saying something so cute?

Good Rules

From "Everyday Cheapskate" by Mary Hunt & Debt-Proof Living
cheapskate@everydaycheapskate.com


Friday, August 28, 2009 19 Secrets to Happiness

1. Live beneath your means.

2. Return all that you borrow.

3. Stop blaming other people.

4. Admit your mistakes.

5. Give all clothes not worn in three years to charity.

6. Do something nice everyday and try not to be caught doing it.

7. Listen more, talk less.

8. Skip 2 meals per week and give the money to the homeless.

9. Be on time.

10. Don`t make excuses.

11. Don`t argue.

12. Be kind to people.

13. Be even kinder to unkind people.

14. Have good manners.

15. Be humble.

16. Understand and accept that life is not always fair.

17. Know when to say something and when not to.

18. Don`t criticize anyone for a week.

19. Learn from the past.

My Who??

Dwight and I are quite fortunate to have our grandchildren join us for dinner at least once a week. Tonight Jackson and Aurora were enjoying a simple meal and child centered conversation...'how many days till school starts?', etc.

Aurora, after declaring that she loved me, second to Papa, looked at me with those beautiful eyes of hers and asked, "How come you don't have children?"

I answered simply, "We do."

Aurora, "Then why don't I see them when I come?"

Hm-m-m. "You know who my daughter is.."

Aurora, "Yes, my mother. You are her mother."

Did she really think I had more children- her size and was hiding them?

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Later in the meal I discovered a small amount of blood on my arm and what looked like a bug bite. Under her watchful, concerned eyes I cleaned off the blood. I then asked her to kiss it and make it better. "NO"

"But you love me, kiss it and make it better."

After a very slight pause, "I like you."

A highjacking is in progress!

As Susie has already told you, I've been enjoying a summer filled with relearning how nine year olds think. Isaac and I have had some incredible conversations about some pretty profound things. One of them, a week or so ago, was about heaven. Among many other things, I told him I hoped God had a little cabinet shop at the end of Amen Lane just for me, and a big stack of perfect Oak to make furniture for the rest of the mansions. Since we were working together in my shop at the time I figured the conversation was over.

But just yesterday, on another of our days in the shop in the middle of his "young apprentice" program, he said "Papa?"

"Yes Isaac."

"Do you think it would be ok if I asked God, when I get to heaven, if I can work with you in your workshop?"


OK, my friends, talk about messing with an old guy's heart strings...