Noni Get Me a Towel

Ron and I are blessed to live in the perfect grandparents' house. Our backyard is right by a wonderful, safe, neighborhood park. We get to enjoy joyful noises spilling into our home most of the year. Families and friends come to relax and enjoy time together. Teams practice soccer and rugby and a youth group meets most Thursday nights to play Ultimate Frisbee. Older couples stroll hand in hand, and younger ones bring their little ones in strollers or bikes with training wheels. Teenagers come to sit on the swings, and toddlers come to dig in the sand. This park is full of energy and life when the weather is good.

Remember that we live at 7300 feet.

Last Thanksgiving, after we were finished stuffing ourselves, everyone was sitting around loosening their pants. My 2 1/2 year old granddaughter came up to me and took my finger and began leading me down the hall. She asked me to get her a towel. I didn't have a clue what she could want with a towel. But I followed along and took one out of the cabinet. She told me she needed it because it was raining outside, and we were going to swing. Against my better judgment, I grabbed a 2nd towel, and we were out the door headed for the park. We didn't swing long, but it is a wonderful memory. You should have seen her mom's face when we came back through the door a couple minutes later. We were rosy cheeked and dripping wet, but we were happy. Turns out towels are not waterproof!

I think that was the day she began calling it Noni's Park.

I am grateful to live here with Ron. I am grateful families from my school come and enjoy time at the park. But mostly I am grateful that my grandkids and I get to make memories, even soggy ones, at Noni's Park.

In Him,
Joyful
1-16-2010
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