I wake up in the mornings happy to be alive and start another day that God has given me to spend with family. My grandson came into my bedroom and asked me to tell him a story. I asked him if he wanted to hear a funny one. He said he wanted to hear one about his auntie Jeannette. I have always had a way with making up stories in my head as I go along and my own children had the pleasure of hearing them too.
It was a cold winter morning back in 1976 as I lay on my bed thinking about what to make for breakfast when Jeannette came and jumped on my big comfy bed. She pulled my arm back so she could snuggle close to me and then asked me to tell her a story. So, I proceeded to tell her one when her brother came into the room and immediately snuggled onto me on the other side of the bed. He had overheard Jeannette ask me for a story so he wanted in on that too. They were 5 and 6 years of age. Their older sister was 9 years of age and was busy taking advantage of the fact that her brother and sister were in my room so she quietly was in the kitchen eating her Captain Crunch cereal with nobody to bother her.
I made potatoes, bacon and eggs and homemade fresh tortillas for the three of them. Then off they went, my precious young children to make their beds and small chores around the house. Later that day, they went outside to play. My son got on his big wheels and off he went. My oldest got on her bike and off she went. Jeannette put on her orange clogs and pushed her doll and stroller down the sidewalk. She looked adorable. I actually found a picture of her with those orange clogs at her own birthday celebration. She loved wearing clogs and later on wearing boots. From an early age, she loved shoes. Wish I could have kept those clogs.
It was a cold winter morning back in 1976 as I lay on my bed thinking about what to make for breakfast when Jeannette came and jumped on my big comfy bed. She pulled my arm back so she could snuggle close to me and then asked me to tell her a story. So, I proceeded to tell her one when her brother came into the room and immediately snuggled onto me on the other side of the bed. He had overheard Jeannette ask me for a story so he wanted in on that too. They were 5 and 6 years of age. Their older sister was 9 years of age and was busy taking advantage of the fact that her brother and sister were in my room so she quietly was in the kitchen eating her Captain Crunch cereal with nobody to bother her.
I made potatoes, bacon and eggs and homemade fresh tortillas for the three of them. Then off they went, my precious young children to make their beds and small chores around the house. Later that day, they went outside to play. My son got on his big wheels and off he went. My oldest got on her bike and off she went. Jeannette put on her orange clogs and pushed her doll and stroller down the sidewalk. She looked adorable. I actually found a picture of her with those orange clogs at her own birthday celebration. She loved wearing clogs and later on wearing boots. From an early age, she loved shoes. Wish I could have kept those clogs.
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