So A Priest, A Rabbi and A Railroad Supervisor Walk Into A Bar...
My Grandpa Temerowski died tonight. I am completely certain that the first words out of his mouth when he saw God were some sort of ridiculously inappropriate joke, and that he is probably still laughing at it to himself.
I'm a 33-year-old mom to two goofy, lovely girls. I've always wanted to start a journal for them, but can't seem to put pen to paper at the end of each day. With this blog, I'm glad to have a record of our lives when they were little. Berit, 5, and Marta, 3, allow Daddy Trevor and me to shower them with affection at our home in Petoskey. This space will also be a place of reflection during our adoption over the coming year. What a beautiful journey!
I never knew there was a kids' book called Pancakes for Breakfast, by Tomie dePaola, until a friend told me about it last year. We just... eat a lot of pancakes.
2 comments:
so true Lisa :)
our thoughts and prayers are with all of you
love you
So good that you can remember him with such fond memories. Thinking of you.
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