Saturday: Today when we arrived at Katie's, John stopped in the yard to speak with Cody, who was hard at work cleaning out and leveling one of the flower beds where they'd pulled out shrubs a couple of months ago. I went on up the steps to the porch and heard a loud squeal. When I peered in the storm door, Henry was standing in his playpen, grinning from ear to ear, and began to bounce and jump as he looked at me. What a lovely welcome to a Birthday party celebration.
I was barely able to sit down before I had three children on my lap and a fourth child (not a grandchild, but he calls me 'Gramma' anyway) telling me all about the car he was holding in his hand. It's good to be welcomed wholeheartedly when you enter a home and no one can be more welcoming than children who consider you a loved family member.