1. Having the Coolest of Grandsons in the history of grandsons. Grandson Gabriel. Age 12.
2. Sitting in a little alcove on a huge chair in Atlanta’s Georgian Terrace Hotel, with a cup of coffee. And a bright light.
Here’s HR …
3. Breath. Yes. Being able to breathe! What a joy. And privilege.
4. Wait, did I say coolest grandson? Here’s more of the coolest. GrandTWINS Madison (second from left) and Matthew (doing something weird with his hands) at Field Day this past week. After winning the U.S. Puzzle Competition.
5. Yet another grandson, Daniel this time, with the lead role as Joseph in “Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat” which opens here in Savannah a week from today. Doing a selfie while trying on one of his costumes.
A few of the Joseph jokes I’ve been sending him during evening practice…
A post from back in 2014 about my grandson Gabriel, aka “G.”
I have FOUR grandchildren. (Yes, you’re right, I’m FAR too young. We all know that. It’s a given. But sometimes Mother Nature has a way of bypassing her laws of when people should have grandchildren–and presents them in, well, early, early middle age.)
Anyway, the second-from-the-oldest-grandchild is Gabriel, 5, a rambunctious bundle of pure little boy-ness. He’s often affectionately referred to simply as “G.” In his most recent pre-K school report, the patient-as-a-saint and give-her-a-raise teacher wrote that Gabriel is “smart, funny, with many friends … and has a touch of naughtiness.”
Here’s G (on the far right) with a few school buddies,
And here he is the other night with older brother Daniel (8).
Today I received this text from my daughter/G’s mom Amy:
The brutal honesty of children.
Back to 2022. Here’s Gabriel yesterday trying on his new contacts.
And over the weekend playing basketball against a much bigger fellow.
After I finished this post, I shared the old picture of Gabriel and Daniel with Amy. She found an old video of the same night when they were dressed in the oversized jackets…
For some reason, I have always appreciated, even revered, “the view from behind.” As a child, on the first day of each new school year, I was a nervous wreck waiting for the teacher to announce our seating arrangement. Front of the class? 😢 Too much exposure! Too revealing! Too out there! Far too much responsibility to “be.” A nice, comfy seat toward the back? 😁 Perfect. I get to observe, to “see.” To calmly breathe.
In this blog category, “The View from Behind,” I invite you to join me, somewhere in the back.
Here’s youngest grandchild, sweet Isabelle Grace, a while back.
The inquisitiveness, the liveliness, the awakening joy in her eyes.
1. Robert’s and my annual holiday ritual of reading our beloved “A Cup of Christmas Tea” and “raising a cup of Christmas cheer to loved ones and family far and near.” (That includes YOU!)
2. Grandson Daniel singing “Hallelujah” with a chorus friend at the Savannah Country Day School Holiday Concert.
(Not that I’m a proud grandfather or anything.)
3. Having a fun early Christmas Luncheon Extravaganza (as I titled it) with ex-wife/great friend Donna at Savannah’s The Pirates’ House Restaurant.
4. Robert’s beautifully delicious and holiday-ish “Watermelon and Kiwi Breakfast Salad” sprinkled with fresh mint and nutmeg, and a side of pickled beets with jalapeño sauce and smoked paprika. (He sounded a little uppity to me when he explained the menu.)
The spiced oranges (we made last night) are pretending to lay low in the pic above. But are trying to steal the show.
5. And finally, recognizing and joyfully acknowledging that ….