I love the perfect little surprises that I get when I do.
The fun little verifications that is an "I toldja so" that I like to hear.
Cuz its from me.
Today I got home from work and was deciding what to make for dinner.
I decided on Elk stroganoff.
As I was cooking it, Grace asked if she could go play.
I told her she could, but she had to be home by 7.
Well, stroganoff doesn't take as long as I thought.
There, I was looking a the clock, and it was 6:40. But dinner was ready.
I didn't want to keep it on the stove. I wanted to just get it eaten.
I thought to myself "I should just call her in and let her know that she can eat, then go finish playing."
Then I thought "no....shes only been able to play for 15 minutes. This can sit on the stove an keep warm...."
Then again, "No, call her in now. Its time to eat now."
So, that is what I did.
I went outside, and she was playing with some friends a few houses down.
I called to her "Grace, come eat..."
She didn't hear.
Then I saw Grandpa walking back from his mailbox, back into his house.
Without thinking I yelled "Grandpa...wait"
He turned around, I ran across the street and asked "Have you eaten yet Grandpa?"
He looked at me with a smile on his face and said "Why no, I was just wondering to myself what I should make."
I smiled back and said,"Well, we would love to have you for dinner. If you would like Elk stroganoff, green beans and garlic bread."
His smile increased as he answered "Alisa, that sounds lovely! Let me put my mail away and I will be right over."
We had such a great dinner.
This is the second time he has been over for dinner. I didn't blog about the other time.
I couldn't put it into words. It left me very emotional.
But, as I mentioned, this time was great.
We ate and talked and Tye and I listened to his stories.
He has a lot of really great stories.
Had I not decided to call Grace in early, I would not have seen Grandpa and invited him for dinner. Sure, I could have knocked on his door, but this was about me listening and following to allow perfect timing to happen.
More than the joy I could see from Grandpa, I could feel it from him.
It was tangible.
It was time for him to go home, but I made sure he was sent home with the left overs.
At least he wont have to think about what to make for lunch tomorrow.
I love Grandpa. He makes me happy.
I love when I listen to myself.
It makes me happy.
Alisa
