Is it the green of the grass or the warmth of the sun?
The freedom he feels when he can just run?
Or the sounds of his family, the music of laughter
that tickles his fancy? Is that what he’s after?
The joy he exudes when brothers play ball
Tears and then laughter when one of them falls
He’ll often be seen, his tongue tasting air
settled on the stoop, pondering there
What is he thinking, what treats are in store
for this legend in training, this blessing and more?
As Grammy, I’d tell you, “he’s deep like his roots”
But honestly his passion is only his BOOTS!
Tag: Grandkids
Celebrate Something…Always
Like a dead tree teaming with life…
Or a giant symbol of freedom, waving as we go by…
How about being a little hombre, knowing you’re safe because big brother will always be behind you…
Even taking your first tractor ride when you don’t want to…
Whatever it is
and
Wherever you are
Cherish it
Remember it
Celebrate it
Life’s too short for anything less
The Laddie is a Tramp
I cannot, in all honesty, say it thrilled me when I heard the kids had gotten a Trampoline.
With a 12-year-old and 3-year-old on that behemoth bouncy bone breaker, I had visions of head wounds and little fingers and toes caught in the webbing, and mid-air collisions that would result in trips to the emergency room.
However, never let it be said that Grammy Rhoni is not one to ‘give it a chance’.
So, on many a morning during our recent trip to almost heaven…I sat with my trusted and constant companion and just watched.
I’m glad I did and hope you can see why.
My laddie is definitely a TRAMP!


But he DID get his turn!

Mine sure did.
What a sight!
So…I guess the lesson here, for all you Grams and Gramps out there…look before you leap; to conclusions that is.
Supervision, common sense, and a love for life is all that’s needed to make this a safe place to be a TRAMP!
🙂
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