I’ve had a really relaxing day. Have done NOTHING, just laid around and spent a lot of time napping.
I think it is a conbination of two separate posts that have me thinking, in that mushy sort of way. Dear blogging friend Jo left a comment on how she spent time with her daughter as her daughter did her nails for her. Then there is the comment from Sage’s mommy. For any that may not have realized it from past comments, Sage’s mommy is my daughter Billie. Sage being one of my grand daughters. Little Miss Sage is a true princess as is her younger sister Miss Emery. They are princesses in the realm of my heart.
Jo’s comment about her daughter doing her nails brought back so many wonderful memories. Now, I think of myself as a Macho guy?? Hmm, strange since I have wonderful memories of wearing make up, having my nails done and having all sorts of clips and ribbons in my hair. When they were very young my own two daughters Billie and Shauna loved getting me all decked out. I loved spending that time with them. I seem to remember the make up being applied a lot on the heavy side. They put such effort in to making me up to be beautiful, there was always a lot of laughing involved. A lot of the laughing seemed to be at how I looked but I was laughing having fun right along with them. When my grand daughters reach that age, if they are looking for a face to practice their make up applying skills, well here I am.
I am feeling really sentimental. I suppose this shows the two ways you can look at everything. I am thinking back to when Princess Sage was just little, not a big girl like she is now. I am not sure she must have been maybe a year or maybe a year and a half old. They were visting here at the house. She loved standing at one corner of the living room window and just look out at the world. She would manage to get her finger prints and lip prints all over that little section of the window.
Now here are the two ways you can look at it. You can only see a smudgy area on the window and rush to clean it. Or,
I didn’t see smudges or finger prints, I saw my little princess standing there leaving kisses on the window for grandpa to remember the visit by. I didn’t want them washed off and would let them get washed off.
If anyone were to comment: “you have some smudges on the bottom of your window. I would just reply: “Yeah, I know, aren’t they beautiful