An Artists' Life
When I arrived in Cranston this past Sunday, the twins were outside with Nathaniel who was attempting to do some yard work. Well Esme saw me parking my SUV and began calling out: Nanas' car, Nanas' car, which seemed totally amazing, but really, she saw me and I saw her, and I was trying to get out of that hot car as fast as I could to scoop up that little monkey and give her the biggest hug I could. She had grown so much since the lst time I haad seen her, and she had so much to tell me, she was bursting with sentences, 'Nana, come see Baya!, come see the pool, Nana aare you going to stay here?, and on and on, faster and faster, until I started laughing and couldn't stop.

You see, they do keep me alive, and that is about that. I had an appointment with my doctor today and without looking at my chart she said, oh my, you've just seen your granddaughters, haven't you. Well yes, of course I agreed, just back, and oh, they are just princesses, and are talking up a storm in all kinds of sentences. I love listening to them and playing with them. They have wonderful ideas for going through the day; but non-stop is the keyword.