Moving into October
Once October arrives, the year is practically over. Fall days always breeze by quickly. On those school day afternoons, Mark and I never tired of seeing the big smiles of our grandsons when they spied our car in the pick-up line. We could see how much they loved getting back home to play. In mid-October, Elizabeth and I took a road trip to Monroe, Louisiana to celebrate Molly’s white coat with Amy and family and Bonnie and John. It was a proud day for us all. While Elizabeth and I were away, Mark worked on my birthday gift from the boys, his own tiny house. He found that working for hours on putting together such small wooden pieces was right up his alley. During her school fall break, Elizabeth drove over to Austin with Andrew and the boys. In what’s becoming a Halloween tradition, we carved pumpkins, fired up the chiminea, and took last dips in our pool. The second night out back, Jack surprised us all when he pushed me into the chilly water, clothes and all, and fell in behind me. All he could say for himself was, “I love funny things!” Mark met up with Debbie to attend his Uncle Tommy’s memorial service, and since he was flying to North Carolina, he left ahead of schedule to be with Matthew for a few days. That father and son time is rare for them, and I was grateful it worked out that way.
