Monday, granddaughter Joy (above, holding her nephew and my great-grandson Christopher, and the youngest of my daughter’s girls), turned 22. At least I think she’s 22. I forgot it was her birthday, as well as my sons’ birthdays the 19th (Richard) and 21st (John). To top it off, my daughter and her husband celebrate some anniversary or another at the end of the month, and are traveling to Denver to go hiking in the Rockies with oldest daughter Sarah, who must be 35 by now.
No one knows I forgot the actual days because I mailed my cards at the beginning of the month. I still like to receive cards, so I send them to others, but I do it once a month. For example,my oldest cousin Susie will be 76 next month and I always send her a card on her birthday.
Joy’s mom took the photo above of Joy holding her new nephew Christopher who is now a month old and grown out of his size 1-3 months clothing according to grandma Connie who wishes to be known as Grammy after my mom. Goodness me, he will be a senior in high school before you know it.
David’s daughter Julie came by with grandson Geoffrey on Father’s Day. They had dropped grandson Donovan at National Airport on the way home from church. Geoff and Donovan are twins and all grown up and graduated from college and working in his dad’s accounting firm. I think the priest must have delivered a sermon on “honoring your father,” because Julie offered to take David shopping for groceries on a weekly basis.
He doesn’t want her to do this because he says, “She has enough to do.” I suggested to David that when you let others do for you, you allow them to feel good. Plus she is trying to reconnect with her estranged father? Why are some people so reluctant to accept help?
Given the birthday festivities for Joy, Hannah and I postponed our visit to the NGA until next week. Meanwhile everyone is coming here for a visit on Saturday.