Another sign that my grandson is growing up!
On Mother’s Day my grandson Aiden called me.
Aiden is six years old.
We have been planning his visit with his parents to Portland all spring.
He was excited to tell me about what he had learned from a book about Portland that I recently sent him.
It will be the first time that Aiden, who lives in Denver, will see the Pacific Ocean or bridges over the Willamette and Columbia Rivers.
In the midst of dealing with the crisis with my other son, it would be easy to postpone this trip. Sad, Scary News
My Sweet Grandson
Somehow, I have to be back in Portland in time to make his dream come true.
He is so excited to visit me.
Oma, Do you know many bridges are in Portland?
How many Aiden?
Seven! Maybe more!
Oma, can we ride the train?
Oma, can we go to the beach?
My sweet grandson.
What a big boy you are now.
What a treat to hear your voice.
Oma, do you know what is missing from the book you sent me?
There is not a page about Oma!
Oh, I guess we will have to add one, won’t we?
What can one say…
I was floored by my son’s request this morning.
It has been on my mind ever since. A heaviness in my heart.
I shared it with a couple of friends who were sympathetic.
These are the kinds of things that stop me in my tracks.
The upside of cleaning closets is to find sweet little notes like this treasure.
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