Monday Smiles – 2/16/2015
It is Sunday Night. The fifty-first Valentine’s Day with my wife, the love of my life, is history, perhaps overshadowed by the tenth birthday of my oldest grandson, Reed. The guest room of our Little House in the Desert is full of sleeping grandchildren. Since tomorrow is Presidents’ Day, they have the day off from school, so we can have the pleasure … and exhaustion … of their company for one more day. They will be up early and quiet is not their specialty. They’ll whisper at first but sooner or later, they’ll start to giggle then laugh and one of us will have to get up and see what’s going on. Breakfast will be earlier and noisier than we’d like and our usual morning routines will be on hold for a few days, displaced by stories and games. The plan is to meet my daughter, Amy, who works at the kids’ school and has the day off, too, for a picnic at a park near their house. By the time dinner time rolls around and we’re headed back to our Little House, I’ll be thoroughly exhausted. And I’ll be smiling. After all, it’s Monday.