What I love on this special day.

It's a special day because this is the day, nine years ago, that I entered the world of grandparents. Our first-born grandchild, Justin, came storming into our lives and hearts about three weeks early, but never too early for me.

Something changed that day. My heart, like the Grinch's, grew two sizes. I was now able to love a whole new generation of babies with the passion I felt for my own children. What a wonder that was.

Today I had the privilege of visiting with my firstborn on her firstborn's birthday. Justin was jumping with excitement when Christopher and I drove in the lane. The rest of the kids came running for a kiss, then off they went to play.

Near the end of our time together, I asked Justin if he knew how to count by threes. "Well, sort of" he stammered. His younger brother, Ethan, piped up: "Three, six, nine, um..."

So, I took them all to the board and taught them the magic numbers that make counting by 3's a cinch. By the time I left, all the older ones could do it; the younger ones just enjoyed taking a stab at it and having the adults chuckle.

What I love...

I love it when kids eyes light up when they finally catch on to what you are teaching them.
I love hugs...from hubby, from kids, from grandkids, from friends. Hugs are nice.
I love a bubble bath with candlelight, a glass of wine, and a good book.
I love the noise my dogs make with their throats when they are leaning on me, telling me they love me.
I love the smell and warmth of the wood stove.
I love a good steak, with a baked potato and a salad on the side.
I love to read. Just about anything.
I love poetry.
I love vocabulary, especially when a word has a great origin and an intriguing definition.
I love French, Latin, and Italian. Spanish and Portuguese. All Romance languages.
I love visiting in my living room, relaxing with family or friends.
I love blue. And green. My favourites are the deep blue of the sky that is so rare that you only get to see it a couple of times per year. Not the shiny, pale blue, but the deeper one. It must depend on the atmosphere. I love the green of spring grass, before it gets to be dark and boring.
I love horses. The look of them, the sound of them, the smell of them. They are the most beautiful animals on this earth. No wonder there will be horses in heaven.
I love God, and His word. Not as much as I should, but with gratitude and wonder that I know Him at all.
I love my Cadillac. The heated seats. The purr of the engine. The power. Nice car. I am glad you bought it for me, Rick.
I love the smell of a clean baby; I love to see them react to the things around them. This world is astonishing and new to a baby. No cynicism there. They just accept, and absorb, all of the experiences they encounter.
I love chocolate. It has to be dark. And if it is accompanied by a cup of dark roasted Van Houtte coffee, it's almost heaven.
I love spring. The rest of the seasons pale in comparison...they're all good, but spring's the best.

There are too many more things that I love to mention them here. But each and every thing that I love is from above, from The Father who delights to give good gifts to His children.

Thank You, Abba, Father.