I was remembering yesterday how my Dad used to rub our feet.
As long as he lived . .
I would often lay down on the floor and put my legs up where his hands could easily reach them.
The moment of this photograph brought his loving touch back to my memory.
Grandgirlie ...chillin' on the couch with me. .
legs crossed .. .on my lap.
Her toddler days seem to be vanishing.
I hope I'll never forget her cheerful baby girl ways . .
and her vast capacity for finding life exciting.
Today is a grammie day with lil' farm hand and Kanneloni Macaroni.
I wonder what the day will bring . .
which moments I'll want to commit to memory here on the blog.
all for now .. .