Mimi…It’s good being here.
Those words, spoken this morning, would warm any grandmother’s heart. Especially when they come from a little three-year old grand boy who is staying with us, along with his fifteen month old brother, for a long weekend while his wonderful, weary parents celebrate their anniversary.
It’s a big deal.
They love us. They miss their mom and dad.
They love being with us at our “cabin”.. They miss being with their parents in their own home.
They love their bedtime rituals with us. They miss having their Mama and Dada tuck them in.
Like I said. It’s a big deal. Especially for two little boys away from home for multiple nights.
Mimi…It’s good being here.
All day long I’ve reflected on those words. Why, exactly, is it good being here? It’s probably not too complicated. Even if he can’t yet put words to it yet, I think it’s good being here because here…he feels loved, safe, important, and valued. And it doesn’t hurt that we have a whole lot of fun.
Some things never change.
