"Who am I?" "Why am I here?" "What's the purpose of my life?" "How can I find meaning and fulfillment?" Who doesn't ask these searching questions about life's purpose at some point in their life? There is a place deep down inside every one of us that cries for significance. We look longingly at the lives of our heroes, who've made a difference in our world, and secretly want to be among them.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Blueberry Picking
On Friday Susan and I had a flashback to about 30 years ago when our girls were young. We had the delight of getting our two precious granddaughters for a sleep-over.
First we went blueberry picking at an old farm. It was so much fun to watch Madeline (6) and Victoria (3) interact. The whole evening they were mom and daughter. "Can I pick some of these berries over here mom?" "Of course sweetie, let me help pull that branch closer for you."
We also found enough juicey blackberries for at least one big pie, and two large buckets of apples.
After picking for a couple of hours, we were off to McDonalds for a treat. They got a couple of Polly Pockets in their Happy Meals which entertained them for hours that evening and the next day.
Here's the girls "sleeping" together and helping Nana make waffles in the morning. Now I remember how much fun those days of rearing Kelly and Kristy were, and how fast they pass by!
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