Our grandchild is singing in the room as she makes pictures for everyone she loves. She asks "what color is yours?" of grandpa and he says purple and orange. She brings him his gift...the perfect color match.
She gets more crayons, continues to draw - singing..."B.I.N.G.O. and Bingo was his name-o!" She draws the first letter of my name. "R"
"OH! (a broken crayon!) I need TAPE!" she says, asking if I can fix it. I explain it will still color even if it's broken. Uncertain, she experiments with it and decides I have given her correct information.
Singing and humming...."hmmm..hmmm..hmm...hmm, don't worry! It's just a crayon," she says to herself aloud. "I will make Luke a birthday card...I will make your tape or my tape. Can I write the name?"
She races down the hall to her desk and returns with a handful of new crayons, announcing, "These are not broken!" with a devilish grin.
I think...this life is the best life.
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