to my daughter in law

Happiest of Birthdays to you!

When you joined our family you opened our hearts in ways you don’t know. My only regret is that Dad never got to know you in person. He would have enjoyed watching the grandkids mature and he would have been egging them on in their funny antics. But you. He would have been head over heels with you. He would have loved listening to you talk about your parents and your family life in Bolivia. He would have hung on each and every word.

But, back to me. The way you accepted me into your family and friend circle has been so heart warming. I so love spending time with you and watching you with Ricky. Your teasing and love for each other is amazing and my heart is so happy that you two found each other. And I am just as thrilled that I have someone like you to confide in and laugh with and yes, sometimes cry with.

I could not possibly list all of the ways you have enriched my life and brought a spark back into our family. Just suffice it to say, you are so very special to me and I love you oh so much. I wish the best year ahead for you. And thank you for allowing me to be a part of your happiness, and sometimes even sadness – the fun dinners and parties and conversations. Not sure how I would have survived the past couple of years without you. And the love you have for my son, amplifies the feelings I have for you.

Happy Birthday, my beautiful and loving daughter. How lucky I am to have you in my life.

Love, Mom

Alex – another birthday!

I remember the day Alex was born and Poppa and I took a 2 year old Maxwell to meet the newest member of the family. And today, Alex turns eleven. Not possible.

I cherish this kid and always have. Even when, as a baby toddler of less than 2, Alex would tug open a small cabinet filled with linens and and gleefully take them one by one and toss them on the living room carpet. Made no sense for me to pick them up and refold them right away as the exact same thing would happen just as I finally closed the cabinet door.

And to this day, Alex still has the same grin, the same giggle, and the same glint in his eye when he is planning another impish stunt. Alex is confident, caring, artistic, funny and insanely intelligent! But, then he always has been.

I miss this kid so much. He now resides in Vancouver, British Columbia and is thriving. I am so in awe of this child, so I will forgive him for getting older!

Happy Birthday, Alex.

Love, Nana

our very own little Musical NOTE!

If you haven’t heard me brag enough, well, here goes. Kit is a talented (and on many instruments) self taught musician. They recently attended a band camp at James Madison University, and after auditioning, was awarded FIRST CHAIR with the tuba. A pretty darn big instrument for Kit’s tiny frame. Their concert was at the completion of the band camp and was presented live on You Tube. Pretty amazing these 16-18 year old’s sound like a professional band. A fairly decent feat since most of them were the only ones from their own school. 113 kids in the camp from eighty different schools in Virginia, North Carolina, Pennsylvania and I think, Maryland.

Very proud and impressed with Kit’s musical abilities and dedication! Entering into the final year of high school this Fall and I am excited to see their next steps!

baby boy Genius

Hit the foam softball with the little green plastic bat. Hit it so hard that it landed in a tall olive tree – and there it stayed. He surmises that to release the ball from the tree, a good toss of the plastic green bat should do the trick. Now, the next logical step is to find something to nudge the foam ball and the green plastic bat – a small leaf rake should do the trick. Who would have thought that the olive branches would grab hold of the small rake in that way. Scouting out our garage, boy genius grabs a large push broom and heads down the street to the foam ball plastic green bat small leaf rake eating olive tree with determination. A few javelin like tosses of the push broom sends the green plastic bat to the ground. A few more release the small leaf rake. It seems as though nothing will release the foam softball, but boy genius will not be deterred. Armed with the deadly large push broom, another toss and crack crack. The push broom returns to earth where the brush part of the broom breaks in half. Now, hard tosses of each of the broken pieces of the broom, and … nothing. After several more attempts, a defeated boy genius returns to our garage with only a green plastic bat, handle of a push broom and a small leaf rake. Lost in the grabby tree is a foam softball and two halves of a push broom brush. All wait for another day. Time for boy genius to rest.