![]() ![]() I did a little research and learned it is from a book. ![]() So I replied with a ‘Sure Thing!’ The next day a recipe for “Thunder Cake” came home. I love volunteering for the class, in any way possible. G had sent an email asking for parent volunteers who would be willing to bake for the special day, Grandparents Day. When we are apart from family, those that we love, our parents, our children, our own spouses, whatever the case may be, it can leave us feeling a bit stormy, filled with raging emotions of joy and sorrow all balled up in one. ![]() ![]() They don’t get to see each other often enough in my book and this Thanksgiving does not involve a road trip for our family. My parents (his Grandpa and Grandma Kissinger) don’t live close. Then at the same time I have a sense of some sadness. His Grandpa and Grandma Kocsis live close enough that they are going to join him in his class for the morning. Can you tell we aren’t near a military base? Clearly, this isn’t something I grew up with when I was in 1st grade, stationed at Sheppard AFB thousands of miles from either of my grandparents. Tomorrow is Grandparent day in my 1st graders class. ![]()
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