On our way home from Seattle last Friday, we swung by Vancouver to collect our son, our daughter-in-law and our wee-est of granddaughters. She napped on the ferry, Little Miss Bean, smiled at everyone who made eye-contact, and charmed even those who tried not to. Once in Ladysmith, she made herself quite at home, scooting along the floor, pulling books from the bottom shelves and snuggling with Grandpa. She is the epitome of sunshine and happiness at the full age of 11 months.
The next day, they all boarded the ferry and took transit home, along with everyone else returning from spring break!
And the very next day, we drove to Schwarz Bay and met our biggest of granddaughters who is all of 3 and brought her to Ladysmith for a sleepover at Nannie and Grandpa’s. Monday the sun was out and our back porch turned picnic/campground warmed up enough to afford an afternoon collecting edible flowers, baby strawberry plants and herbs for her very own garden on Pender Island. She slept under the Pink Boxes Quilt she helped sew over these past winter months and we walked, umbrellas in hand, to the playground to check out the new fountain.
Through my granddaughters I am learning the meaning of joy, that un-strived-for, laugh-out-loud, life-giving, intoxicating kind of joy. Thank you, Amanda and Marc, and James and Siobhan, for sharing your daughters with me!
