Walker, our red-nosed reindeer
Husband Walter and I made a flying trip yesterday to attend grandson Walker’s first Christmas program at his Baton Rouge, Louisiana, pre-school.
Walker’s mom, our daughter-in-law Katie, had warned us that he might not even go on stage, let alone sing “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” with his class. He did sing and at the end of the performance even added his own “Ho, ho, ho.”
As Walker’s great-grandmother Jan noted on Facebook afterwards, “I knew Walker would do fine - he has the genes, twice over.”
Hubby and I were just happy to be there, whatever he did or didn’t do. When his little class came on stage, I started waving maniacally—and shamelessly.
Walker flashed his characteristic grin and waved back. He repeated waving later as he and his classmates finished their song. My cup of happy ran over.
Lunch with son Jeremy and his family at their home topped off the day. Goodbyes seem to get harder and harder for me, but I had an abundant store of good memories to contemplate during the 150-mile drive home.
Thank you, Jeremy, Katie, Molly Kate, and Walker, for a wonderful day celebrating Christmastime!