Ah, another day of sun. It feels so good. And I am basking in the memory of our granddaughter, and all the funny, adorable things she said and did. She had admired my nightgown with the flowers on it, and yesterday I found one for her, and will send it off today. My daughter said she cried for me yesterday afternoon, and that made me want to cry, too. I miss her.
How nice it would be to live down the street from her, and have easy visits. But luckily, I get more of that everyday naturalness with my foster granddaughter. A couple of weeks ago there was a talent show at her school, where she's a kindergartener, and she was doing a hula dance with a group of little girls a foot taller. She was so cute, with her hand shading her eyes looking for mommy in the audience. There was also a little girl who did the hula hoop while reciting the alphabet backwards, two magicians whose tricks were impossible to see, a girl band, an adorable girl in fluffy pink who a sang every note off key, and a drummer who had an endless set, and every time we thought he'd ended and starting clapping, he carried on. I thought the proverbial hook was going to have to be used. During the entire show, kids were talking, running around, camera flashes were going off, the microphone was acting up, and generally chaos reigned. I was exhausted afterward, but grinning ear to ear.
The world of children is delightful, and my advanced age allows me to indulge in all the sentimentality I wish. It's not the first time for me, it's the last time. And I treasure it more for that reason.
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