A Sandwich Generationer’s Joys
little face lit up as my car stopped in front of the house.
“Oh, a sticker book. Let’s do it now!”
Simple joys to warm one’s heart.
And goodies for Mom
too. A book. A newspaper article. My special
Another member of
the family would soon enter this world. So
I packed a few more
boxes. Walked the dog, too large to be
But, oh, the simple joys of life!
As darkness came on, I got up to leave.
“Why?” asked the little one.
“I have to feed BoBo.”
And so I left for home.
next day I traveled 50 miles in the opposite direction.
More errands and grocery
shopping. “Don’t pay more than
chatted over a take-in supper, catching up on family news.
so smart,” she said, of her three great-grandsons.
Some more chatting.
A few arguments and words of warning
darkness came, I hastened home to care for my
“Drive carefully,” she said to me. “Call me when you get home.”
I am a Sandwich Generationer!
The trick is to savor the
(PS. Garret Alexander came into this world September 9, and BoBo departed October 5.)
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