One of the greatest things about traveling regularly to the same places is seeing the familiar faces.
“I’m Pooh,” said Pooh.
“I’m Tigger,” said Tigger. —A.A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner
Squeals of delight.
Dad has been reading A.A. Milne’s beloved Winnie the Pooh stories to my younger siblings for the past few weeks, just like he did with me and Jack. Though the tales have been enjoyed by all (even me, listening in as I wash dishes) there has been one fateful question asked every night.
We talk a lot about legacy at my house. Not so much the financial concept of legacy, but the handing down of a strong Christian belief to the next generation.
Birdie: “Momma, have you noticed that Jude doesn’t like me to carry him anymore?”
Me: “Honey, even if he does want you to carry him, he weighs almost as much as you! Don’t do it, o.k.? It’s not safe for either of you.”