There will be a day....

There is a song that says, "There will be a day with no more fear, no more pain, and no more tears." That song has been running through my head all week. I know that day has come for Grandma and it makes me smile knowing she is up in heaven singing and I'm sure playing with all the little children. For her funeral on Friday we can write any remembrances we have of her. As I sit here and think about the 31 years that I've spent with her, it's hard to write down just a few, but I thought I'd share just a bit of what my Grandma was to me.

I remember Grandma not necessarily for all the big things, although there were many, but for the countless little things that she did simply out of love. Every year for our birthdays we would get to pick out they type of cake we wanted and she made it exactly to our specifications. She not only made cakes for us, but Christmas ornaments, which now hang on my family tree, and dolls with their own little outfits, which my children now play with. I remember all the times that we went over to play and the walks that we took. I remember her teaching me that when you get a side ache to bend over and spit and that will get rid of it! I also remember her buying me my first lunchbox and then making mayonnaise and cheese sandwiches to put inside for my lunch. But most of all I remember the smiles, the hugs, and knowing how proud she was of all I accomplished.

Happy Birthday, Lucas Michael!

Luke celebrated his fifth birthday yesterday. Five years ago we were so excited to welcome our first baby. He was two weeks overdue, so I was more than ready to meet him! He brought chocolate cupcakes with chocolate frosting to school for his treats and got to be the leader and have a birthday celebration. We also took him out for supper to the restaurant of his choosing. He chose Famous Dave's, which made Ryan quite happy.:) On Saturday he's having a pirate party with family.
I can really see how he is maturing as he gets older. He is also learning a lot of new things and seems to catch on really quickly to new information. I'm pretty sure he's going to be a math guy, unlike his mommy! The other day he came to me and told me that 5 times 2 is 10. I asked him where he learned that and he replied that he figured it out on his own by counting. I threw a couple of other multiples of two at him and he got them all right. Not too bad for a 5 year old! He really loves to play with the twins and is becoming a great helper.
It's really hard to believe our oldest is five and ready for the world of school and all that entails. A lot has happened in five years around here, so we're trying to enjoy every moment!
Happy golden birthday, buddy! We love you lots.