The last time she came she brought a Disney Cars themed version of Dominos and taught Jayce to play. And then she proceeded to play with him as often as he asked.
She reads to them. Watches them race up and down the back patio on their scooters. Will listen as they describe each and every pin in their Disney collection.
She’s bathed them–bending over the bathtub to scrub behind their ears.
She wipes the table after lunch and folds the kitchen towels I leave wadded on the counter.
She brings goodies–a portable cooler full of ‘em.
She mails clippings from the kids activity section of her church bulletin.
And forwards me the anti-Obama emails she gets from friends in her church circle {she knows I’ll usually appreciate them just as much as she does}.
She’s a gem. A gift to me. To all of us.
And she’s coming for the weekend–one last time before her and Gramps head back to Boise for the summer.
She called today to work out the details. Just when I thought this Monday was as mundane as any.
A warm ray of sun. A penny, lucky side up. A little bird outside my window.
Suddenly, the week is looking up.
