I have recently been so blessed to have the most special visitors
come to my house.
My daughter Kathleen and my grandbaby Abigail, 14 months, arrived for the annual February visit. A chance to actually get outdoors without layers of woolens, hats, gloves, boots, etc.
Feel the sun warming their pale skin and cold bones.
Since they live so very far away, a visit is a momentous occasion.
We treasured every minute of every day for the short weeks.
Maybe it's because she is a super active little girl or
maybe because I'm an aging grandmother, but I was astounded
at Abigail's endless busyness.
She says only a few words and we worked constantly to understand her language
as she tried to make her needs known.
She stays on the lookout for things within her reach and played with anything
AND everything she could get her hands on.
This very old cream can (in the picture below) hides behind the front door but she spied it and
then proceeded to drag it all over the house by the little handle.
The metal clanking at least let us know where she was toddling.
I learned to be vigilant about COMPLETELY closing the pantry door
and my bathroom and closet drawers.
She could snatch an item from a drawer I was standing near faster than I could see her come and go with it.
You can almost hear her brain growing and sorting information.
A comical and unique behavior is her wanting to climb inside things.
Her toybox was filled with toys but she would daily toss out some and then climb inside, playing with the remainder of the stuff inside with her.
And she likes to wear things around her neck--stuffed toys, clothing,
and particularly this medal from Relay for Life.
It dangled down so far that she often stepped on it while climbing and then couldn't raise her head, pinned as it was by her foot on the medal.
Oh, how we laughed at her--or should I say with her.
She joined in the laughter.
Then took a bow.
Our little starring gymnast!
Her vast desire to learn, touch and taste was fascinating-
and a bit exhausting! (I must admit.)
One big adventure was watching her walking on GRASS for the very first time.
The unevenness and texture of it intrigued her but she mastered it in one afternoon.
Kathleen and I enjoyed hours of walks with great times for talking and sharing our thoughts and feelings on life. Abigail happily (mostly!) rode along in the stroller.
When her wiggling grew too much, we let her out to run around and explore.
She totally filled our days with joy and energy.
Most of the days' hours were spent keeping her safe, trying to decipher what she wanted,
playing with her, feeding her or trying to get her to sleep.
That pretty much accounted for our time.
But, somehow Kathleen managed to squeeze out enough time to help me with some projects I have been longing to get done for over a year.
The biggest one was to mount a pulley system and hang our big canoe up along the ceiling on the garage. I have wanted it off the floor for 7+ years.
This Wonder Woman used her housebuilding experience to handle a drill like a pro and,
with 2 little pages of instructions, got that big boat out of our way.
I am STILL impressed!
She may be a full time mama, but she is still a sweet and thoughtful
daughter to me, as well.
And every time I walk into our garage, I am reminded of her love expressed
in the task of hanging a 75-lb, 14- foot canoe for me.
That is love spoken in MY language!!!