Sunday, November 22, 2009

Holding Hands

Life is not always easy. I just learned that my best friend Lillian is leaving....yes, you heard me right. She is leaving---just like that! Her family is moving out of town and not a few miles, either--all the way to California. It is has been a terrible blow for me. I mean, Lillian and I are best friends, almost like sisters only better I am told. We have a relationship that has taken years to cultivate. What will I do without her? I have had to put myself out of the way right now and think about her feelings. This weekend I went to her house to play. Grandmother road with my mom to take me. She sat in the back seat with me and we held hands. I picked up her hand and just held it all the way there. It felt so good. It gave me strength to keep on smiling and enjoying life even though I wanted to be sad. I will miss Lillian so much.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Time Flies

Grandmother is always saying something about time flying. I never understood until now. I have not posted in over two months. I am back, though, and that is all that matters. Yesterday was Halloween. I went to our Trunk or Treat party at church and I was Tinkerbell, though I really wanted to be Ariel, but I just could not repeat last year's performance; however, time does really fly. I am beginning to catch on. The last time we talked, Bubby was trying to enjoy football. He is now on the basketball team at his school and I heard that all my cousins are playing, as well. It looks like another busy season. Today, though I want to tell you about "booking." That is what my Grandmother calls it. She, Mom, Tori and I are learning to book. They have their own little packets. Mine is different, of course and they think I don't know what I am doing but boy, did I show them today! While they were struggling to read the directions and do theirs just right, I was creating my own book. Grandmother pulled out a tinkerbell stamp and that is all I needed. Wish you could have seen their faces when I completed my project. Will grownups ever get it? We kids were born imaginative and creative. They lost it somewhere along life's way and are just having to re-learn everything, so I will try to be patient with them. Grandmother says that booking is therapeutic. I believe she means it calms her down and I also know how she loves just to be near her girls. Tori and Mom do most of the talking. Grandmother and I just listen and work. When I grow up, I want to be just like my grandmother. She is special. Remind me tomorrow to tell you what happen to Lauren. You won't believe it....