Sunday, September 8, 2013
Tell Me a Story
Meet my great-granddaughter, Jailynn. This is the only smile shot I got. She was busy telling us story after story.
She let Granddaddy hold her sock monkey while she raided his cookie stash. My dad is looking pretty good here. When he stands, you can see how much weight he has lost, his pants all gathered under his belt and his shoulders all bony under his shirt. Jailynn cheered him up and tired him out. He went to bed before they left.
Jailynn continued to enchant us with her stories and her facial expressions "and I was like, are you serious?" thrown in frequently. Her baby fine hair is slow growing, like her daddy's was. I can still picture his solemn little face and bald head with those huge green eyes. The same eyes I see in her little face.
My grandson, all grown up, with a child of his own. Doesn't seem possible that he could shoulder that responsibility. If he falters, I am quite certain Jailynn will bring it to his attention. She possesses an uncanny likeness to my youngest daughter in her personality. Must be some gene drifting around .........
Such a sweet little face with those big green eyes.
My dad is back in the hospital. His heart was racing and his blood pressure dropping. They think the tumor is putting pressure on his heart. His surgery consult was postponed until next Friday. I am keeping my fingers crossed that a date will be set and that hateful tumor can come out.
In the meantime, I will continue picking apples and putting gardens to bed for the winter to come.