Thursday, November 14, 2013
This is my 3-year-old granddaughter, whose middle name is Rose. This means a lot to me, as you can imagine, not only because it's my name but because it was my grandma's name. These things add a sense of continuity to a family and give a child a sense of belonging.
My dad always said that my grandma Rose loved the rain. "She would use any excuse to get out in it," he'd say with a chuckle. Well, I love the rain also and like walking in it and love sleeping while a storm rages outside. Perhaps my granddaughter will! And then someone will say someday, "You know your grandma Rose loved the rain too!"