Especially For My Children, Nieces, and Nephews: We Made Some Fun Memories Today..... Memories We Weren't Planning On!! We girls set aside today to celebrate Grandma's (Mother's) 83rd birthday. We met at 7am (you know Grandma, an early riser!) Then we drove 45 minutes for our breakfast. It was a relaxed and enjoyable breakfast - just taking time to sit and visit together. Life gets too busy and this was meaningful. On the way home your very organized, precious aunt was heard to say from the back seat in rather weak expression, "Oh No." "What happened?" I quickly asked! She replied, "I forgot my keys." We pondered what to do. Call Caleb - he might have a key in his pickup at work. He didn't; they were in his pocket. As you know both Grandma and Connie are spunky so they started looking for a window that might be open. Did they find one? 
The neighbors, who are also my friends, were outside. I thought I could ask them for a ladder. Connie doesn't like to bother anyone so she said, "I can scoot up!" She did - with assistance!! 
Grandma is laughing and trying to talk at the same time! 
I was laughing so hard I thought these pictures might be fuzzy from a shaking camera! 
Too bad someone wasn't on the inside taking a picture of Connie's face!  
This is my dear sister (and your aunt) from a different angle - and an earlier time of year. I came across a poem titled "Co-operation" which fit Grandma and Connie so very well! The poem doesn't apply to them; the title does. But I think you will enjoy the poem so I included it. Co-operation Two tough old mules (not us I hope!) Were tied together with a piece of rope. Said one to the other, "You come my way, While I take a nibble of that new-mown hay." "I won't," said the other. "You come with me; I have some hay over this way, you see." So they got nowhere, just pawed the dirt, Pulling each way - how that rope did hurt! Then faced they about, those stubborn mules, And said, "We're acting jut like human fools. Let's pull together - I'll go your way. Then you come with me, and we'll both eat hay." So they ate their hay, and liked it too, And said, "Let's be comrades, good and true." As the sun went down, they were heard to bray, "Ah, this is the end of a perfect day! ~Author Unknown "A cheerful heart is good medicine." 
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