Quarter Acre Dandelion Farm

We're going to celebrate our youngest son's birthday next week-end.  Everybody's busy, including our son, who is finishing his first year of college.  My daughter and her husband and two babies are moving into their new home.  My older son and his family are dealing with little league games, teenagers and their own new baby.  We are about to experience construction disorientation, yet again, with the installation of an in ground pool in our backyard (another story to be told, I'm sure).

My husband believes that serving birthday cake and coffee will be an adequate celebration for our son this year.  I'm sure he's correct (this time) since there may be a crater-sized hole in the backyard and possibly muddy heavy equipment - surely not a place for our two year old grandson to navigate, looking for his sandbox.  As fatigued as I am, weak legs and all, I was still hopeful we could at least put a picnic feast together with hamburgers hot from the grill, accompanied …

My daughter, after having given birth to two of my newest grandsons, asked me recently if I was a bit disppointed that none of the new babies were girls.  She knows I can't help admiring all the frilly pink clothes when I shop for the boys.  And there are lots of knitting patterns for girls that are simply delicious. But I didn't have to hesitate a second before I replied, "No, not at all - I'm thrilled with my baby grandsons". Because that's the absolute truth. That would be like saying, "I won the Lottery but it was only one million dollars and that wasn't enough."  I'm so grateful and content.  I owe God praise every day for having blessed me, because He has.



 And I know what kind of grandma I want to be.  Not the nanna with the perfect clothes and french manicured toes.  I want to be the grandma that shows the little guys where to find the Alpine strawberries at the edge of the herb garden.  The one who makes roads in the sandbox and was…