I am typing this in Portland, Oregon, where I am having a super time with my little grandson, Ransom William, and his parents, Ryan and Laura (my daughter).
Here are two of them waiting for me to unboard (deboard) the airplane Saturday.
|Ransom is a good looking four-month-old, huh?|
And his father is good looking, too.
And Ransom went right to his Grammy first thing...
|Well, he didn't have a choice.|
I texted L&R asking if I should wake him up. "No, just let him sleep."
I, of course, thought about Gilligan's Island - and how they went on a three hour tour.
When I told Laura that Ransom had a three hour nap, she started singing the Gilligan's Island song - so we were on the same wavelength.
If you have nothing else to do you can watch this and sing along...
Sometimes I start writing on this blog and it takes on a life of its own.
I mean, Ransom looks nothing like Gilligan, or the Skipper, but they all make me smile.
On a different note, we went to the Bridgetown Church last night in downtown Portland.
|In the parking lot we saw a Texas license tag, which made me feel at home.|
Here is the message being preached (taught, delivered)...
Really, it was a great message.
And every Thursday night Ryan, Laura, and even Ransom go to a small group to discuss the message, and the book they're all reading about the topic. A year ago this very month I was here, and I went to that small group, and loved it.
I'll close with a few pictures ...
I hope you are having a good start to the week.
I certainly am.
I certainly am.