Who knows, I haven’t had time to check. The children arrived
like a flood of enthusiasm and mischief, and no, I can’t keep track of all they
got into, but soon my head was whirling. They are good kids, don’t get me
wrong; among the sweetest on the planet, but oh my, what a lot of
inquisitiveness. It didn’t help of course that we hadn’t seen each other for a
while.
Now, what did all happen? Besides jumping on the bed and
trail mix scattered on the floor, and clods of dirt being playfully thrown in
my direction while I was working in the garden?
Oh, yes, there was also a one-man army with a water gun spraying his
defenseless sisters …
What was it that made this day so memorable?
Oh, I know: when the six-year-old gets off the bus and flies
across the yard, arms opened wide for a Gramma sized hug. When three little children
all want to crowd on my lap at once: that’s what I remember the most.
Oh, yes, I am in one
piece and the smile still lingers…
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