My Weekend

I can't write too much here because some of what occurred over the weekend with my grandchildren is privileged information. Suffice it to say that we were all very happy to see each other! When we walked in the door of my humble abode, little Ryan said, "Home, sweet home!" God bless the children. I have come to understand that they have no real memories of when their parents were together...only of my house as "home". When they were taken away a year ago, they were yanked from the only place they really understood as home. Thanks be to God, it is still here for them when they can come.

I'm not 100% sure how it happened, but the kids were absolute angels this weekend. There was one tiny little meltdown, directly after which the "meltdownee" fell asleep on his bean bag chair. He was a tired little boy! Otherwise, the weekend was perfect.

The weather was wonderful. The children could play indoors or out. They were happy campers to be in the yard with or without the neighbor kids. We went to the park. We watched a movie and ate popcorn. We went to church functions. (Robin got her 3rd grade Bible from our church, even though she goes elsewhere.) We played with neighbor kids. We talked and played and ate, and generally were just happy to be together. They were so good--didn't even fuss with each other. I'm not sure they understand how wonderful it was for me not to have to yell at them for misbehavior! I felt so close to both of them for the first time in ages.

I'm not sure when I will get to see them next, but I am certain of my relationship with them, as of this visit. I wish I were younger so I could be assured of being with them longer. But if I were to die tomorrow, I'd go knowing that my grandbabies understand how much I love them. Their Heffelman grandparents and I have bent over backwards to give these children the most love the world has even known, without being enablers. I feel so blessed.

God bless the babies. God bless Grandma and Grandpa Heffelman. And...oh yes...God, please bless me, too!