But Ryder wanted to talk to me on the phone before I hung up. "Hi Grammy Beena. I want to go for a walk too". Of course.
So we went for a 'walk'...this is the girl's idea of walking!
We stopped to
The free range chickens were what they really wanted to see...the owner came out and fed them fresh corn and we had an afternoon hen party.
The grands couldn't resist a quick hike into the standing field of corn...which won't be standing much longer.
And soon we were back at the farm...and their walk with Grammy Beena came to an end.
How I came by that name, I'll never know. Emme and Spencer lived in a world of nicknames some time back...they began calling me Grammy Beena and it stuck. One day the girls were wondering if we would recognize each other when we got to heaven. Emme said, "I know...we'll call for Grammy Beena and then you'll know it's us, because no one else has a Grammy Beena".
So true...there are no other Grammy Beenas. What fun!
Enjoy your day...