One of my favorite ways to enjoy the world is to watch nature in all her seasonal glory. I frequently comment on the beauty around us as I drive around. Last fall, one of my grandsons was with me as we stopped to snap pics of several beautiful trees decked out in fall splendor.
A few days later, this same grandson was my passenger when I commented on a particularly beautiful tree and bemoaned the fact that I did not have time to take a picture.
His reply, "No worries, Grandma. I'll take a memory pic for you." And with that, he pointed his pretend camera and snapped away.
I took him to preschool yesterday and commented on a particular shade of springtime green that I love. Today as we headed to the park (or the playground as his 22-month old brother insists on calling it), I commented again on the springtime greens and the beautiful rhododendrons that surround us in so many varied colors. I found myself wondering aloud about whether our new home in North Carolina would have the same springtime blossoms and luscious shades of green.
He piped up from his third row seat in the van, "It's okay, Grandma. I'm taking memory pictures for you." And so I continued driving to the delighted sound of his pretend camera snapping pics of the beauty surrounding us.
Nothing beats this Grandma gig!