It really is true that actions speak louder than words, and as a lover of words, this is a tough admission .
This week, though symbolic in the highest of high realms, has offered me the opportunity to put what I want to say into action.
The act of making a trip to Wal Mart with my husband and two grandsons to buy garden project supplies (and Blue Bell ice cream) says we are going to do things together.
The act of buying colorful flowers for them to pot and give to their mother says your mother is special ,and she will enjoy this gift.
The act of creating an assembly line with my oldest grandson to load plastic eggs ( that I bought at the Bluebird Circle Thrift Shop in Houston), says I respect you, and I want to complete tasks with you. We laughed when we talked about your little brother finding the golden egg that has quarters in it.
The act of Poor Po (my husband’s grandfather name) hanging a hummingbird feeder in your yard says look around you. There are wonderful things to see and enjoy. They are in your yard.
And we can watch the actions of others too. When my husband baby sat alone all day Sunday, so I could drive to Warrenton for the blog party, he was saying something to me.
When I came back with a buffet and a hutch and a some wicker shelves in the back of the truck that afternoon, things were better left unsaid.