Rilla, More Accurate

Yes, yesterday's post gives an inaccurate impression of Rilla who is usually more like this. She's our very spunky, spirited, independent girl! So here you go Mommy (who left a comment yesterday). Rilla in action.

 

And how many times did I ask her to run to the other side of the yard and back? And yes that's a little stick in her hand. Didn't your mother ever tell you to "Not run with that Pencil, stick, scissors, or other 'pokey' thing in your hand! Your going to put your eye out if you fall!" Ha! What kind of grandma am I?? ( In my defense, it was just a wimpy twig, really.)

Rilla Grey ~ Flower Fairy

Sweden Elise @ 2mo

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To My Dad

Growing up I had a sense, as every child may (or should ), that my dad and I had a special, unique, bond. After all I was the only girl and the baby to boot! The picture record though, doesn't seem to reflect that. We always did things as a family; my two brothers, my Mom and Dad and me. Photos of our travels, of my parents ministry, the pictures repeatedly shown as the "missionary slide show" to supporting churches, always included all of us kids, or the whole family sometime posing for a prayer card, or doing something interesting in one of the countries we lived in over the years. Consequently my mind replays those slides as if they were an old familiar movie. I was pretty sure I'd seen ALL the old pictures.

Then I found this one. It has a silly caption on the back, added by Dad in his later years I'm thinking.
"Cheri walking her Dad." "Taken in (___?  I can't read the name) Spain."
And it comes as a very special note at a special time. This picture, found in a random box that got home with me after his funeral, to remind me that I may have had my Dad wrapped around my little finger after all.

Dad,I'll love and miss you all my days.

Garden Observations

A poor life this if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare. ~  William Henry Davies ~