The tale of Grandma Vicky……

Many years ago in a magical land far away, Marina was born, and Grandma Vicky had a precious granddaughter.

And then another little angel appeared—sweet Stella.

Precious little Ida came into this world and then there were three granddaughters.

Little Alden was born and Grandma Vicky had a dear grandson.

And then Grandma Vicky found Grandpa Dan—or maybe, Grandpa Dan found Grandma Vicky....or more likely the God of Dancing and love brought them together.

Grandpa had three grandsons, Ian, Adam, and Soren.   Little Sebastian was born.…..and then Grandma Vicky and Grandpa Dan had five grandsons and three granddaughters.  

Sweet baby Sebastian was lulled to sleep in Grandma Vicky’s arms as she sang a lullaby to him.

Grandpa Dan lovingly held Sebastian, our new little grandson.

Brave little Soren learned to dive by leaping into Grandpa Dan’s arms.

Grandma Vicky teaching Soren how to swim and kick, kick, kick…

Grandma Vicky and Grandpa Dan had so much fun and so many adventures camping and hiking with Ian and Adam!  

Here we are all together at Deception Pass State Park.

Carrying Adam piggyback out to the rock on our first camping trip together at South Whidbey State Park:

Grandma Vicky teaching Marina and Stella to sew….

The years passed and Wilder, Aryana, Hannah, and baby Easton were born, and there were twelve little and not so little grandchildren.

Wilder, a happy child who loves the fields and swamps and all creatures, big and small.

Grandma Vicky huddled in the shade under the picnic table showing Ida, Alden, and Wilder pictures of our home, Nuestra Casa.  Grandma and Grandpa look forward to the that day that they can come a visit us so we can spend days playing together.

Grandma Vicky and Grandpa Dan yearn to hold our little grandchildren Hannah, Aryana and Easton—soon, maybe soon, when the pandemic no longer keeps us apart.  For now, we are cuddling them in the warm hats and sweaters that I knitted for them.  And every day we hold them very close in our hearts.  

And they all lived happily ever after!

Wait.  This is not the end of the story.  The tale of Grandma Vicky and Grandpa Dan continues to unfold. None of us knows what path this tale will follow— only time will tell.  

All we know for sure is that all twelve of these grandchildren are gifts that Grandma and Grandpa will love and cherish forever and ever.