Well that was the weekend that was, it went so fast I am dazed.
We had one of the best weekends in a while, lots of fun with the girls.
It was good to get creative again too, they did four scrapbook pages each.
I was itching to get some done myself, but the Shoebox and shed do not allow the space for three scrapbookers. So grandma was there to supervise and and general clean up afterwards.
They really did enjoy themselves and we have set a date for our next craft day, Christmas cards this time.
I am now relaxing in a nice tidy Shoebox with my beloved sat beside me playing on the XBox (Earphones are compulsory). Titch is snuggled between us, the lights are on, the clocks went back last night so it is dark already, winter is on the way. So we are a cosy little trio on the sofa, I am feeling quite emotional I think I know why but I am not sure.
I am grateful for the joy of my darling granddaughters, but I am sad about the rift in my family. Most days I can put a brave face on about it. But when I get a taste of how it was but isn't anymore, it breaks my heart. One grandaughter asked yesterday if we could look at the photo's of the "old days" I asked her what "old days". She shrugged her shoulders and said "You know grandma, the old days" she had tears in her eyes. I coudn't say a word, there was a lump in my throat that almost choked me. I used to be at their house at least three times a week and see them every weekend. But now I see her about every six weeks if I am lucky. I have tried building bridges with her mum, but to no avail. What more can I do?
I gained the love of a wonderful man, and lost the love of a fabulous daughter.
I gained a life and lost my daughter and her family.
Why is there Always a price to pay?