It's always good to be back in your own home. I in your own bed. With your own routine.
I love my children and with the Grandkids, there's always something going on.
This trip involved tragedy and death.
The back of the kids house is mostly windows. They have a yard full of trees. They have birds.
Last Friday was a beautiful day in KC. My son and Grandkids were on the deck enjoying the back yard with all the blooming trees and flowers when BOOM! A robin hit one of the windows and fell to the ground, it's neck broken. The Grandkids saw it die.
When I arrived back at the house that evening my Grandson, who's almost eleven and as tall as I am, asked if we could talk. Now he's just about the nicest eleven year old you could find anywhere. A true gentle giant with a very tender heart for things smaller than he is. He told me he had seen a terrible thing. A very awful and sad thing. He told me he had seen a robin die that day. He told me he had picked it up, very gently and placed it carefully in two plastics bags and carried to the trash can. Tears were running down his face and my heart went out to him. He said he placed the dead bird carefully in the trash can and then sang the National Anthem to honor it. And by then he could hardly speak for the tears. We talked about things dying and that it wasn't the only robin in the yard and that the robin's family would miss him but that their lives would go on. They would lay eggs and have this years babies.
The next day my Son followed my husband to the Gallery. The two men were going to put in a new sink with a faucet that actually shut off. They looked things over and decided what they needed for hardware and off they went. They returned a bit later, laughing.
My Daughter-in-law and Grandkids has been under the deck getting the deck furniture out and suddenly there was a snake! A HUGE snake. Four feet long and very black! My DIL called her husband, while he's at the hardware store ( her ring on his phone is Liar! Liar! Liar! ) and she demands he come home instantly! Right NOW! And take care of the snake. He's 45 minutes away. He says by the time I get there the snake will be gone. The reply was I DON'T CARE! He calmly says go find a neighbor to take care of the snake. Twenty minutes later he gets a call, the snake has been killed ( I don't approve but....) and so now all he needed to do was get rid of the remains. O boy!
The sink goes in as all these projects do after several trips to the hardware store and three times longer than planned. My son heads home to do his Saturday chores and as he walked out of the shop I called to him to ask what was for dinner that night. Any guesses? Yup. He said "Looks like snake and robin"
I love my children.
