Saturday, May 24, 2008


My youngest of 10 grandkids is Campbell (aka Belle). She’s three. It was just this week that Belle informed the family of Mouse’s birthday. Mouse, her favorite doll, has pal-ed around with Belle each of her three years. Campbell planned the party and carefully wrapped her own gift (which turned out to be an old toy belonging to her five year old brother).
Friday night in Atlanta was no ordinary evening. Party hats and a cake with a candle found the Chapel family in high celebration mode. Mouse, hip-hip-hooray, is another year older!

Everyone could use a dose of grandchildism now and then to open the windows of life and let a little fresh air flow through. It's much better than applying Febreeze to musty old routines. Oh yes, a barrel of oil and blood pressure may be too high while the interest rates on bank CDs seem too low. But one thing is certain. There is nothing quite like learning of a heartwarming birthday party for Mouse; especially when designed by a blond-curled, cutie-pie, three year old.

3 comments:

Theresa said...

Aw! That is absolutely precious!

Anonymous said...

Nothing like those sweet babies to keep us young. They are dolls!!

Stoogelover said...

I'm just a grandfather one time over, but it's a blessing beyond description! I'm glad you got to be there for this special event!! I'll never forget how you made our children not only laugh (the straws hanging out your nose at a nice restaurant!), but you made them feel very special to you, their new friend. Not many people have that gift, Terry, and we love you more than you'll ever know!