I spent last week with one of the loves of my life. We held hands, took long walks, and kissed - a lot. We stayed up late in our hotel room, talking and reading and snuggling, and cuddled in bed until late in the mornings. We watched birds and picked honeysuckle. We laughed. We even fed each other grapes. No stress, no worries, no expectations, just 96 hours of falling more in love.
I guess, at this point, you should know that this particular "love of my life" is my 19-month-old granddaughter, Mayah.
I was blessed to tag along with my daughter and son-in-law, to Atlanta, where they attended a conference, and Mayah and I got to be together - just the two of us. Living 5 hours away in Indianapolis has made our limited time together very precious - especially now that she's old enough to like me. :)
There's more to come on this blog about the difficulties of living out of a hotel room with a toddler, but for today, I just want Mayah to know I had the BEST week. I love you, little girl. Someday I hope you fully understand how much.