Went to dinner with my daughter and her family tonight and wound up taking the three boys to get ice cream while mama and dada finished their dinner in peace.
The two older boys chose what they wanted. I got a small scoop of vanilla for the two-year-old (yeah, it's plain…too bad, so sad!) and a vanilla shake for myself (ditto what I said previously).
We sat there talking about this and that and I don't remember how the conversation got to how old I was but Maseo, who had done a report on Sitting Bull and knew he died around the age of 59 said he wanted me to live longer. Uriah said he wanted me to become old like Papa, who died at 92. I laughed at my beautiful boys. They want their Gaga to stick around…
I heard this song on the way home after dropping them off at their home and realized it was a new song by Mumford & Sons. As I listen to it now while I'm writing this, I'm reminded of the conversation with my boys. I don't know if I'll have the time with them as my dad had with his grandchildren. I will have time with them, by God's grace.
All Things Elda 