Erskine Elwood Hand is my paternal grandfather and today he celebrates his 86th birthday!
My favorite thing about him is his "chuckle". His health has been poor the last few years so most days you can find him in his chair in the living room. When someone walks into that room he greets them with that "chuckle" and a twinkle in his eye!
Last night I saw a picture of him as a boy in 1932. It struck me how many familiar faces I see in one little boy's features. I immediately recognized traces of my own father peering back at me. The expression on his face hints of his grandson, Colton. We have always wondered where Jana got her distinctive cowlick, there it is in black and white. The purse of his lips has passed through three three generations. That single trait told me when my daddy was angry. My husband smiles when he notices that same intenseness in my lips and calls me Roger. A few months ago I was delighted to see that identifying family resemblance yet again in pictures my cousin posted of her beautiful little daughter.
Happy Birthday, Pawpaw!
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Rambling
O.k...so I'm writing this because Shawn asked why I haven't blogged in a while. Why? Because...the kids have been out of school for the holidays, we've been getting Anna ready for Junior Miss and basically my mind is just mush.
So what's going on these days? My baby will be four on Tuesday. Monday night we're having an Auburn cake & cookie during the NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP game for his birthday. He's wearing his CAM jersey to church tomorrow. He's the fifth child so of course I'll let him. What's he about at "almost four"....Auburn, Toy Story, football, his Toy Story Guitar, Cam, football, trapping the kitten, his Aubie Pillowpet that Nana bought for him and his Auburn blanket his MawMaw crocheted for him. His favorite song of late is from Veggie Tales, "My God is Bigger Than the Boogie Man". At this very moment he is break dancing to "Watch Me Do My Thang" on ESPN.
For some reason the holidays wore me out this year. I guess I'm old or at least too old for this many children...My new year's resolutions? I have none. I'm just tired of lying to myself. At the very least one should strive to tell ones self the truth. I'm adopting Jana's college motto of "No Expectations". Instead, I'll just be thankful. Thankful for a husband who goes to work everyday whether he wants to or not and then walks through the door at night and looks for ways to make me happy. Thankful for daughters who are true blue and have never given us one minute of trouble. Thankful for my young daughter who has every right to be angry but tries her best not to be every minute of every day. Thankful for my sons who make me tired. Thankful for my messy house that is bursting from the life that lives inside it.
Happy Birthday, Christian, Armya, Sarah and Aunt Lisa!
Good Luck Annie!
So what's going on these days? My baby will be four on Tuesday. Monday night we're having an Auburn cake & cookie during the NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP game for his birthday. He's wearing his CAM jersey to church tomorrow. He's the fifth child so of course I'll let him. What's he about at "almost four"....Auburn, Toy Story, football, his Toy Story Guitar, Cam, football, trapping the kitten, his Aubie Pillowpet that Nana bought for him and his Auburn blanket his MawMaw crocheted for him. His favorite song of late is from Veggie Tales, "My God is Bigger Than the Boogie Man". At this very moment he is break dancing to "Watch Me Do My Thang" on ESPN.
For some reason the holidays wore me out this year. I guess I'm old or at least too old for this many children...My new year's resolutions? I have none. I'm just tired of lying to myself. At the very least one should strive to tell ones self the truth. I'm adopting Jana's college motto of "No Expectations". Instead, I'll just be thankful. Thankful for a husband who goes to work everyday whether he wants to or not and then walks through the door at night and looks for ways to make me happy. Thankful for daughters who are true blue and have never given us one minute of trouble. Thankful for my young daughter who has every right to be angry but tries her best not to be every minute of every day. Thankful for my sons who make me tired. Thankful for my messy house that is bursting from the life that lives inside it.
Happy Birthday, Christian, Armya, Sarah and Aunt Lisa!
Good Luck Annie!
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