The Magic of the Ordinary: Up the Lane for the Mail

Trying to look for the bright side... 

in living over 700 miles from our sweet, 
beautiful little grandson, 

I can honestly say I've found it.

We have instead of short, little visits we might have if we lived nearby, we have all day, for a whole week, to be with Levi for the parts of his daily life:  in his house, on his turf, with his things.  


All day long we watch and participate;  from the morning, where he wakes up all sweet, smiley, and whispery...

To the breakfast, naps, lunches, playtime, bath time, bedtime:  all of it.

Maybe we wouldn't see all of this if we lived closer and just had short visits and then went back home.

Today I'm sharing a sweet little ritual we were able to do with him each day while we were there with him the first week of April, just as Spring was blooming out on the Alabama countryside.

"Wanna go get the mail, Levi?"

We got him this wagon for Christmas and with his little Bumbo seat to help him sit up firmly inside, it gets a workout, he uses it a lot!

He gets so happy, he knows where we're heading.  


Bump, bump, bump, up the long driveway to the mailbox!  


To him, this is just a wonderful thing, he loves to be outdoors and every day it's nice outside, this is what he does in the afternoon!

Grandpa lifts him up and he retrieves the mail...

Good job, Levi!  

"Nana, where are you?"

"C'mon!"

(Those adorable, kissable little chubby hands...
...and rubber-band dented wrists!)

Home again, home again, jiggety-jig!




THE MAGIC OF THE ORDINARY, a true gift.