These days I like that my life is quite ordinary. It's nice. Perfect. The ordinary becomes extraordinary. Nuances suddenly slip onto center stage - cameos take star billing. Encore! Encore! Encore! There can never be enough encores.

My grandsons drag out game boards they haven't seen since my last visit because technology reigns these days. I know the games are dragged out because their father told them to. I know this. I know everyone is humoring grandma.

Yet their eyes light up with renewed enthusiasm. I make the decisions important - we take much time deliberating which games we'll play? Indoors or outdoors? Who sits where? And who rolls first? Pffft, even the older brother knows that the youngest gets to roll first. And then tiny predictable spats ignite over who gets what color piece and eagle eyes make sure everyone moves the proper amount of squares and we often recount many times... and suddenly we're transported to the 1950s of my youth. It feels good. Everyone shakes the dice with hopes of high numbers. Sighs or groans or cheers accompany each roll. Technology takes a back seat as we laugh and connect and connect and connect. And laugh some more.

It was an ordinary day and I'd have it no other way.

I was the tail on their kite and gaily followed... with gratitude and thanksgiving.

The photos tell the rest of the story.





David leaving to study for the Bar the day I left for Kansas City

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Playing PU with Malcolm & Bert



Malcolm setting up Zingo Bingo



Chase returning from a run



Malcolm (on the right) with a neighborhood friend



Sweet LuLu



Bert & Chase



Malcolm



Bert Shooting Hoops