Sunday night home groups with Mack and Sylvie Grace

Grandbabies are the most precious thing in the world....

I was aggravated because I had been lazy all afternoon enjoying the twists and turns of Grey's Anatomy and almost preferred to continue sitting on that couch and indulging in more of McDreamy and McSteamy. Still, I knew I needed to get up and get myself to our church home groups since I had the cheese for the potato soup. I also needed to get gas and put air in my tires so I left a few minutes early thinking it wouldn't take long to do all of that at the gas station right down the road.

I pulled into the gas station and it only took a few minutes to put in a few dollars of gas. Well, $35 isn't pocket change but that was the most I could afford at the time and the gas hog I was driving took a lot of fuel. 

I pulled over where the air tank was located so I could quickly pump up all of my low tires, but that turned out to be a big joke. It cost $1.50 for the air and it was so dang slow that by the time I got enough air in the front driver's side tire I was out of air and out of change.

Frustrated now I head to Stacy's in a rush just to end up behind some old gentleman who wouldn't go over 35 miles an hour. So guess what ... I am now fuming and have no way to get around him. At this point, I felt like I should just turn the car around and go back home, but just then, Jessica messaged me asking if I was on my way and kindly reminded me where we were meeting (of course I knew where I was going, but it was nice of her to remind me LOL).

I finally pull into the driveway and by then since I am the last to get there I have to park way at the end of the driveway. As soon as I walked in Stacy teased me about being late and I said, "Don't even talk to me right now, I am mad!" I proceeded to explain that my tires were low and that I thought naively that I had time to get gas and put air in my tires before coming. They all laughed and made me feel better and Stacy said that we would make sure that someone put air in my tires before I left.

By now Mack has found me and is excited to show me his new toy and give me a hug. He is the most precious boy... has a heart of gold and a gentle soul. After I give him my attention for a few minutes he runs off to continue playing. 

I move around the center island toward the other end of the kitchen and I hear a squeal and here she comes. Sylvie Grace hadn't even seen me but she had heard my voice and made a beeline to get to me. 

Loving and being loved by these babies just fills my heart to overflowing!!

During our Bible study, she rotates between playing with me and her toys, her moma and her notebook, and her daddy. She lost one of her shoes and danced around trying to put it back on and would get frustrated because she couldn't get it on and started stomping her foot (the child is hilarious sometimes).

The most awe-inspiring thing was when she climbed up into my lap grabbed me around the neck and just started kissing me. I can't even express how special and precious that feeling is - the love of this sweet baby girl.

When we get around to eating, I am in the kitchen in line and she comes with those little hands up in the air pleading with me to pick her up, and of course, I'm gonna pick her up and hold her. Jimmy walks over and wants to hold her so I can fix my food so he takes her but she is still reaching out to me calling me 'moma' as I try to get her to call me nana. 

After I have fixed my food, Mack asks me to come sit with him and eat so I get to enjoy spending time with him. When we finished eating our potato soup and chicken stew he asked me to play with him with the play dough. I am so proud of him. He is such a special little boy.

I hope they will always love me as much as they do now.