Just as we were excited, over the past year, to see each of Ravi's determined, sweet natured, step-by-step attempts to roll over, crawl, and stand, wobbly, on her own, now, we're excited to see our sweet munchkin's sparkling smile, toddling, unsteadily, toward us as though she's punch drunk with having achieved each next developmental delight. As for her adoring family, thoughts of countless moments, just like these, stretching into the future farther than the naked eye can see, widens our smiles as naturally as Ravi welcomes each next adventurous step that a child, who feels deeply loved, trusts herself to take into the great unknown as if the world is truly her oyster in which her intelligent curiosity is self assuredly bent toward creating pearl after pearl. And each time this adorable toddler toddles toward us, blue eyes shining, lips smiling, arms outstretched to be lifted into a hug, our hearts can't help but melt as sensations of love flood our conscious awareness with the warmth of pure joy.
While playing witness to Ravi's brand new love affair with life, Will and I have chosen to graciously welcome whatever our golden years have in store for us, and thus can we be seen consciously basking in the sun while drinking in the nectar of all the years that came before we'd felt blessed within the joyful embraces of three beloved grandkids, and while engaging in quiet moments of reflective reminiscence, we feel deeply gratified, knowing full well that good fortune has gifted our hearts, first with three sons, who have grown to be each other's closest friends, then we were blessed with two 'daughters' and a pair of little boys, all of whom we've come to cherish, and most recently, we've all been blessed with a little girl, whose ready smile wins hearts wherever she goes, and as all of us greet each new day, we've no doubt of this fact: Our cup runneth over and over with love so pure as to nourish our spirits, come what may ... and none of life's riches feels more enriching than that!
As I can't fathom penning even one more post, concerning hindsight, insight and foresight preceding simple plans of action, which create change for the better (and as, no doubt, you've been biting at the bit for my story teller to sit tall in the saddle), I sense my readiness (which could not be hurried) to gallop from wherever we'd left off straight toward a specific story, which showcases how little I knew at the age of twenty-seven about raising siblings, whose spirits had declared themselves to be unique individuals even before Barry and Steven (and later, David) had been born ...
So, right after I post a pictorial (as promised) showcasing our adult sons' creation of a bevy of holiday festivities, which delighted our whole family as 2015 wound down, I'll whisk you back to a time when 1970 was transitioning into 1971, where you'll find me very pregnant with Steven while Barry, who, at not-quite-two (and a big boy for his age) was in his PJ's, trying to figure out why his VERY OWN place to sit on HIS mommy's lap had disappeared. I mean, when we stop to think about it, it's no wonder that our beloved, first born child couldn't fathom how HIS seat of honor had transformed into a beach ball, sporting a belly button, for heaven sakes!
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