Our kids aren't quite ready for children yet, so we have embraced their pets. Our "granddogs" are a delight, and I do doggy daycare for Kelly's Midas. In the past, I've mentioned Colin and Aimee's huge black dog, Max.
Daisy and Dudley are seven weeks old and swim like....well, ducks.
They love one another, cuddle, and tag after each other everywhere.
Daisy and Dudley are still soft and downy, and these little babies don't quack yet--they chirp. And they waddle like those cute little wind-up toys that come out each Easter.
They do things in tandem as you can see:
Look to the left! Look to the right!
Aimee and I went to Home Depot to buy fencing and a pool. Jeff at the store helped us and said he'd had ducks during his youth. He had a few suggestions for a pool--but they were out of the smallest cement mixing tray and another idea didn't pan out. Like ducklings, Aimee and I trailed after him out to the garden department. Instead of a pool, we found a broken base for a waterfall. It's the ideal size, Colin can repair the flaws, and they gave us a deal we couldn't refuse.
After all, grandmas are supposed to spoil their grandbabies, aren't they?
Max isn't sure what to think of the ducklings. A gentle giant, he wants to make friends. Dudley beaked him on the nose. This big brother gig isn't all it's quacked up to be!
Someday, God willing, we'll have grandchildren.
In the meantime, we're watching our children take trial runs learning to get their dogs to obey, their ducks to take a bath, and make everyone get along.
God, our Father, watches His children. We're disobedient, our hands are clean but our hearts are unclean, and we don't get along. But He is patient, unchanging, and a perfect mix of firm and tender.
I want to be just like Him... out of love and thanks.... and out of a desire to be a good parent and a good grandparent.
So God bless us all--grandparents, parents, children, and the feathers-and-fur babies. In my heart of hearts, I believe He has, He does, and He will.