Many years ago my husband and I became the parents of two beautiful and (I might add) perfect children—a son and a daughter.
The nucleus of our family became these children. Our lives were focused on their well being, the “bringing up” of responsible and contributing members of society, and providing for their physical needs.
Two years apart in age and joined together by genetics they not only looked alike, they were everyday companions and friends.
Along the way, as parents, we learned a lot, we had fun, plenty of challenges and, in the end, a most rewarding experience.
But, as in all things, our job as parents came to an end and our children were launched. Their good choices in spouses, education, and careers have physically separated us all for many years.
This past weekend, due to a business trip taken by our son, our two children were together again for a short time. He was able to meet our daughter’s last three children for the first time—she has yet to meet his two children. And, there is now a new photo of our two together again for our photo album.
I have not see these two side-by-side for over seven years and even though I could not be there in person, it makes my heart swell with pride to see them still looking like each other, still friends, and still happy.
P.S. As you may have noticed, my Journal has been “broken” for some time. But now, thanks to my wizard of a website designer I am now back up and running! Expect more posts.
Good new! The Old Fashioned Christmas Quilt is nearing completion and the pattern is not far behind. I’ll keep you posted.