Both of my sons have had blogs for some time. I enjoy reading their posts. This summer, my oldest son and his family moved to Owensboro, Kentucky. The bad part is, they had to take my four grandchildren with them. I tell myself that it could be worse. They could live farther than a couple hours. But...I still miss the sound of little feet running through their mobile home that was located across the street. In the early morning, my husband and I like to drink coffee and watch the world go by on our front deck. When all was quite in the neighborhood, you could hear the pitter-patter of little feet....and I smiled.