Land of the Giants
If you follow my blog, you know my mother came to Florida a few weeks ago and started looking for a place of her own. She found a condo that fits her perfectly. Mike and I thought she might stay with us.
Her independence is important to her. I get it.
The second oldest grand flew down with her. If you missed that post, you can check it out HERE. We enjoyed Spencer’s visit. Spencer is a great twenty-year-old man.
He is a man who is “present” when he is with you. Not on his phone. Not distracted. Never does he indicate he’d rather be somewhere else.
This past week the oldest grand drove down for a visit.
Joshua is one of the “good guys,” too. He is a caring and tender “old soul” in his mid-twenties.
Joshua and Mike are both “car guys,” so a trip to Streetside Classics north of Tampa was on the docket. When they left the venue, Mike climbed in the passenger side of our Corvette and turned the driving over to Joshua. Mike is a natural at being a grandfather. Joshua beamed as he told me about his experience.
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I don't exactly "fit in" with the "Giants." That's okay...the youngest is still shorter than me! |
And now? This week, daughter Danielle and her family flew down for a few days. Danielle is a wife to Tim and a mother of four. They live in Wisconsin…and yes, the day they left there was snow on the ground.
Mike refers to Wisconsin as “the land of the giants.” Rightly so. The only one in the Morrow family shorter than me is the youngest boy, Nathaniel. That will likely change before the next school season starts.
We’ve enjoyed their visit. The weather has been perfect. Perfect for riding in the boat. Perfect for playing outside.
But mostly, it is perfect to breathe deep, sit on the back porch and talk…or read… or watch the sunset…especially with giants.