June 23,2011
The sun showed itself for just a short time today but it was a good day to say the least. I had to see my oncologist this morning, he gave me a good report and said he would see me in four months. Those were nice words to hear and it gave me a happy and thankful feeling.
My oldest grandson and his little brother were going to go to Renton to a card shop in the afternoon and wanted to know if I could pick them up from the shop later in the evening so they could stay and play a game with cards they collect. I agreed and would wait to hear from them.
My phone rang and my grandsons were ready for me to pick them up. The sun was setting as I drove down hwy167, the clouds were parting and the sky was breathtaking. I love the sunset on a clear day but with the clouds it can become very interesting. Today the clouds parted just enough to let the sun through adding all kinds of colors and a ray of sun that looked like it was coming straight from heaven. When I’m in my car alone it gives me a perfect opportunity to talk to God and give thanks for all the beauty that surrounds me.
When I pulled up to the card shop the boys were waiting outside for me and it warmed my heart to see them. With five years of age separating them the younger one looks up to his big brother and big brothers are not always nice to little brothers. I was happy to see them spending time and having something they enjoy doing together.
On the drive home the boys talked about the games they had played and the different cards they would like to have. I listened to my older grandson give his little brother tips on the game and the types of plays to make. I have three granddaughters and four grandsons. The girls and I have so much in common, we love to shop and do girl stuff together, I have a blast with them and love them all dearly. The love I have for the boys is so different, they melt my heart and I have this crazy proud grandma thing going on whenever I see them and believe me they know just how to use it to their advantage.
Of course the older boy was in the front seat and his younger brother was trying his best to be heard from the back seat. My older grandson made a comment that he was going to meet up with his friend at the card shop the next day. When his brother heard this he piped up and asks “Can I Tag Along” his brother tried to ignore him when he ask again “Can I Tag Along” I don’t think he ever answered him and it was as if he knew not to ask anymore and just hope that when the time came he would be invited.
The conversation took me back to when I was young with two older sisters and my dad would say, let her Tag A Long. They never wanted to but knew they had no choice. After dropping the boys off at home I drove and thought about those days when I was the Tag A Long and how grown up I would feel when they would take me with them. Now they are my best friends and I wonder if my grandsons even know that when they spend time together they are spending time with their best friend.
