Blessed...

' Your house is a little like heaven, I think', said one of the girls to me yesterday

as we tromped across a sparkling-like-diamonds field for a little while-supper-cooks walk...

'always so many children!'

Children certainly have a way of making one take kinder notice of heaven-glimpses!

John 3:27
John replied, "A man can receive only what is given him from heaven.

Blessed beyond measure

With life’s simple pleasure

Of love’s lilting laughter, hugs, kisses and such

Where joy in wee faces

Of life’s smallest ‘graces’

Reminds us to embrace what soon slips from touch

Blessed beyond reason

With season on season

Where time’s ether eons skim over earth’s halls

To tune (for a little)

The leaf that turns brittle

As nature’s green fiddle flares auburn then falls

Blessed beyond telling

Where whispers are felling

Time’s fervor soft-swelling the bud with full-bloom

Before we are startled

By the silver sparkle

That crushes the ardor that brushes the tomb

© Janet Martin 

For this little fellow sometimes frustration trumps fun
because when this chubby-cheeked cherub falls it is almost more
than his mite-y might can muster 

to hoist his snow-suit bundled body back to the upright position. 

...most often he resorts to a loud wail til Grandma comes to the rescue!