J is for Joy

I’m missing my granddaughter. Her dad has a new teaching job in Oregon. My daughter’s family lived around the corner from us and was a blessing. I miss sharing the scones often sent still hot from the oven. Since I’m on the letter J, permit a grandmother’s reminiscing about Joy.

Alphabet Story

It’s Sunday morning and we are sitting drinking coffee when there is a phone call from our granddaughter.  She wants to come see us and  soon she is at the door.  (two buzzes is a signal that it is her).  She brings blueberry scones, still warm from the oven.

She is so excited.  She tells us that her mama had just taken them out of the oven.

I dip in and grab a most gooey morsel and I’m now in heaven.  Coffee and a delicious scone!  Ahhh……..She offers one to her grandpa.  We turn off our favorite Sunday morning news and turn to the Disney channel for the Mickey Mouse Show.  Granddaughter is content watching the show while cuddling our cat.

Too soon her parents come to take her home to get ready for church.

But before they leave we get an invitation from  them to come to lunch.  We…

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