It is Rednesday again, but this time I am focusing on my granddaughter and her daddy, my 39 year old son, Gene. They were here this weekend along with Patricia, mommy and wife, so I definitely have them on my mind. When they come for a visit and then leave, I have a hard time getting used to them being gone. As the years have passed I have gotten better, but I still get really “down” when they leave...as with my daughter and my other son. At Chrismas when I was visiting them in Richmond, Eloise was in the process of painting this picture. Well, I fell in love with it, and requested they give it to me for my 71st birthday. I just thought it was the cutest thing, and the red in it was the best. I have a special wall just for her art work, so this picture has been framed and I look at it each day from my bed.
This wood carving is one that Eloise’s daddy, my “baby, Gene”, gave me years ago for a Mother’s Day present. Like so many of my presents, it is one of my “SPECIAL" treasures. It hangs by my bed and reminds me of my boy. Maybe I am silly, but at 39, I still call him "my baby". Where he got the wood carving I do not know, but I love it as I love him.
“Happy is the son whose faith in his mother remains unchallenged.”
~Louisa May Alcott - 1832-1888