Last night I had a sleepover guest at my house. My six-year-old granddaughter stayed over because her parents were in the city and getting back very, very late.
I love having grandchildren stay over, especially now that I'm here alone. I like having another person in this lonely house, and none more than a grandchild. I love their conversation, their love, and their sweet spirits, and having them here totally brightens my mood. In case you haven't noticed, I haven't enjoyed being alone lately, so this is just what the doctor ordered.
Now this particular grandchild is a force to be reckoned with. She's smart, funny, full of life, and very loving. She notices everything and misses nothing. And I love that about her. I need to be constantly on my toes when she's around because if I'm not I'm in trouble.
And as with any child, life is a great adventure for her. I plan to take her to breakfast before we go to church, and I know she'll love that. She's always anxious to please and will be on her best behavior for sure. So will I.
Last night, and now today, I'll have plenty of love and affection right with me and I haven't had nearly enough of that lately. So my plan is simply to take it all in and enjoy every second of it. I love being a grandmother...