With that in mind, I decided to invite them to a special date. Just one kidlet and two adults. I sent them an invitation with, oh, about fourteen choices, twelve with me and two with Pappy. Their job was to mark appropriate days, times and choice for supper, then to pick a few activities.
Well don't you know, those activities with Gramerly are old news. They've done crafts, nature walked, cooked and experimented with me since they were days old. Pappy, now that is another story. Fishing with Pap, and joy of joys, working in Pap's workshop, always off limits on Playdates, were the number one picks.
I knew we needed to get right on the dates, especially with the youngest ones, so last week we had three special dates. Hats off to Pappy who has worn his popularity well.
Buttercup got the first date.
Pappy picked her up after work and they headed to the lake.
A fast evening, but time to head home. The question of the day was, "When is the next date?" With eleven dates on calendar, not very soon I'm afraid, but this one sure was fun!
Skipping past the next two dates which I will detail later for the archives, Pap and I ran away for the day Saturday. Today is birthday party and tomorrow(the actual day) is another date, so we celebrated our anniversary yesterday. Beautiful day, much enjoyed. How do you know anything really when you are twenty. Thankfully, I believed someone knew more than me when I said, "I do," to the Handy Man. Thirty-five years and there is no place I would rather have been yesterday then with him. Thank you Lord! I told him that the best gift he could have given me, was being so present for our Gramerly date nights- sweet.