Wednesday 29 January 2020

About a Boy . . .

One of the younger  sisters in my church congregation just had a baby boy recently.    I saw him for the first time yesterday morning and I spent a few minutes in the hallway in between our meetings talking to her and admiring this newest wee one, come down from our Heavenly Father.   His fingers so tiny and delicate . . . that beautiful little face, so perfect . . . so sweet.    It reminded me of when my own boys were babies, and my girls too.   It was so long ago, and yet . . . it seemed like just yesterday that I was holding them in just the same way and they, too . . . were fresh from our Heavenly Father's presence.    My grandson Luke will be turning 10 tomorrow. Its hard to believe. It seems just yesterday he arrived on earth.   He is my oldest son's youngest son . . . and this is for him.

 Somewhere between the innocence of babyhood and the dignity of manhood, we discover a delightful little creature which is called a boy.   These creatures come in all different sizes, weights and colours, but all come with the same goal in life which is to enjoy every second of every minute of every hour of every day and to protest loudly when that day comes to an end and the last minute is finished and the adult male in the house packs em off to bed at night. 

You can find boys everywhere; on top of, beneath, inside of, climbing on, swinging from, running around or jumping to!   Mothers love and adore them, little girls hate the bones off them, older brothers and sisters tolerate them, adults ignore them, teenage girls adulate them . . . and Heaven protects them. 

A boy is truth with a dirty face, knowledge with bubblegum in his hair . . . and the hope of our future with a frog in his pocket.   When you are busy and wanting peace and quiet . . . a boy is an inconsiderate, bothersome, intruding cacophony of noise.  When you want him to impress, his brain turns to mush, or else he becomes a sadistic, savage, jungle creature bent on destroying the world and himself with it. 

A boy is a mixture of many things.   He has all of the appetite of a horse, the digestion of a sword swallower, the energy of a small atomic bomb and all of the curiosity of a cat.   In him is the imagination of Paul Bunyan, the lungs of  an absolutist, all the daring of a great adventurer, the enthusiasm of a fire cracker . . . as well as all of the shyness of a trembling violet.   When he makes something . . . and he often does . . . he appears to have five thumbs on each hand. 

He likes ice cream and candy, knives and saws, Christmas, Comic Books, Dinosaurs, Video games, daring adventures, mud, his friends, the woods, water, horses and dogs, trains and fire engines, Saturday mornings and his Dad.  He's not into school of any kind, company, girls, getting his hair cut, washing behind his ears, wearing a tie, washing his hands, overcoats, adults, or bed time.   He's the first to rise in the morning and late for supper, but nobody can attack a meal with the appetite of a behemoth like a boy can.   Nobody else can get the pleasure out of trees, forts, dogs and breezes like a boy can. 

They are magicians which can cram more into one pocket than is humanly possible . . . two rusty knives, two half eaten apples, three feet of string, a variety of rubber bands, an empty Bull Durham sack, a couple of hard candies, a couple of quarters, nickles and dimes, a treasure map,  a packet of bubblegum, a secret decoder ring, a sling shot, a dead frog and a big chunk of something completely unknown and undefinable. 

Boys are wonderful beings.  You can lock him out of your kitchen, or workshop . . . but you can never lock him out of your heart.  You can keep him out of the study, but you can never keep him out of your mind.   He's your captor, your jailor, your boss and master . . . . freckle faced, pint sized . . .  a cat chasing bundle of noise, but at the end of the day when you are tucking him in bed with only the tatters of the day that was and your hopes and dreams . . . he can mend them like new, with three little words.   I love you.  And as those wiry little arms wrap themselves around your neck to say goodnight, you realize that  life is good . . . amazingly, wonderfully and beautifully good. 

Ho Ho Hoppy Birthday Luke!
(A private Joke)

This was adapted into my own words from a piece by Alan Beck.  All of the photos this morning are of my grandson Luke.   Happy Birthday Luke!  Grammy loves you.

A thought to carry with you  . . .

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"Going to church on Sunday 
does not make you a Christian 
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Nothing new in the kitchen today but thought I would share this recipe with you for Steakhouse Steak & Chips.  Served with a lush chimichurri sauce, this makes for a beautiful meal. 

Have a wonderful Wednesday. I need to work really heard today as I have to finish 3 recipes for the new site I am working for between today and Friday!  There is no rest for the wicked!  Don't forget! 

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  1. Such a beautiful tribute to your grandson Luke on the occasion of his 10th birthday.
    Happy Birthday, Luke! I love that he calls you Grammy. That's what I called my grandmother only we spelt it Grammie. Good luck with developing your recipes. Are you allowed to show us the new site? Hugs, Elaine

    1. Thanks Elaine! I am Grammy Rayner! Then there is the step mom who is another Grammy. And a great grandmother on the Step Mom's side and my ex's side. I am sure he will have a wonderful day. The side is called Home Chef World! Lets hope that this one lasts a bit longer than the last job did! At least the pay is slightly better! Love and hugs, xoxo

  2. This is such a sweet post. I raised two boys and now have three grandsons, so it had special meaning and stirred many memories. Thank you and happy birthday to your grandson!

    1. I have a special heart for little boys as well Deb, having raised 3 sons and now there are 6 grandsons! I loved my two daughters also, and of course my one granddaughter, but boys just have a way of wiggling their way into my good graces, lol. They are so cheeky! xoxo

  3. Happy Birthday to your grandson. I am very fond of boys haing 5 of them myself and I have a grandson with a birthday today, he just turned 20. They don't stay little very long at all !

    1. Happy birthay to your Grandson Pam! You are right, they seem to be growing up overnight! xoxo

  4. It is a lovely tribute! happy day to your Little just goes by so the age of 14..they are young men..even 12..Max is a young man not a boy:(Hanging onto Oli as even Noah has gotten older...

    1. I know what you mean Monique. My two older Grandsons will be 14 this year and you are right. They are not little boys any longer. xoxo

  5. Adorable ! :) My grandson is 8 and grand-daughter 4 , I love them to pieces ! It is wonderful being Grandma !

  6. Hi Marie!

    HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Luke!! I love your description of boys, soooo true! Luke was an adorable little man and a very handsome young man, I hope he has a really amazing day!

    Don't work too hard, Marie, remember to take a few breaks...and breath! XOXO

    Hugs and Love,

    1. Just a few more days and I can take it easy Barb. I am following your girl on IG now. What a pretty girl. I can see a lot of you in her! Love and hugs, xoxo

  7. Lovely tribute to your grandson!! They grow up oh so soon!! That new little baby is a cutie too!!
    Elizabeth xoxo

    1. That's Luke when he was a newborn Elizabeth. All of the photos today are him. Love and hugs, xoxo


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