4 years, 7 months.
You and your cousin Darla have this tradition of “putting Papa in jail” every time the two of you get together.
My understanding of it is that you “arrest” him by taking him to a closet, where he has to wait until the two of you hide, then he has to come find you.
Afterwards, it typically ends with him reading you a book; or a similar activity while you sit in his lap.
Especially now during Christmas break, I am hearing daily, “Papa, you have to go to jail!”
He has quite the criminal record by now.
4 years, 4 months.
I have a feeling you might have initiated the idea to go to Marshalls, while Nonna and Papa were taking care of you when Mommy and me were in Colorado a couple of weeks ago.
Needless to say, by the time you got back from the store, you ended up with a new pair of light-up Minnie Mouse shoes, a Paw Patrol “smart watch” toy, and a tin of Paw Patrol cookies.
When you go with Mommy and me to Marshalls, you simply are looking to see what you will ask for the next time Nonna and Papa are in town!
4 years old.
You have been interested in the strawberry plant that Nonna started growing this year. You knew that once the green strawberries turned red, they would be ready to eat.
I just happened to with you as you walked by and said, “Nonna, look, it’s a red strawberry!”
After wiping the dirt off of it with her shirt, she handed it to you to eat.
I didn’t believe that you would actually even try it. I was wrong…
Three quick bites later, the strawberry was gone. That is the freshest fruit you have ever eaten!
9 years, 5 months.
I enjoy looking out the window and seeing you jumping on the trampoline with Papa; specifically now that he is retired.
It reminds me of 30 years ago when I was your age and he would jump with me.
I’m glad he enjoys jumping with you, because for some reason, after I stopped being a kid, it started making me too dizzy and disoriented to jump on a trampoline anymore.
When I see the two of you jumping together, it makes me think of the song I recently wrote, called “These are the Good Ole Days”.
It is important to recognize how fortunate we are, even if in the moment, it doesn’t seem like we are in the good ole days; because we probably are.
8 years, 11 months.
Nonna and Papa have lived in their house for exactly 24 years, as of this month. I was just starting high school when we moved in.
But there are parts of that 2 acre lot that are just now being developed; largely inspired by the industrial grade playground that Papa has starting installing.
You have quickly assigned yourself the responsibility of helping to clear part of the land right beyond the playground; using a hatchet and helping maintaining the fire from the cleared brush.
What you don’t realize is that this is ultimately free child labor…
But to you, it’s nothing but fun and adventure!