I dreamed last night that I was back a ways and playing golf with my father. Strange dream of sorts of course since he has been gone for 11 years but there we were. I think a grand daughter visit sparked it as well as the visit from my daughter who brought the grand daughter.
Her (grand daughter) day was full. The dog and cat were delighted - not so much the cat, we had grilled cheese sandwiches and her first black bean soup for lunch, took a walk on the beach and collected winter shells and then ice skating at the local rink. A big big day.
All that - the minor moments - are inconsequential to the greater treat of having grand kids visit, watching them pet a dog or wonder about the attitude of a cat, fall in the mud and laugh, eating (clean) snow by the beach and tossing rocks back into the sea - wondering into her great grandmother's room at bed time and sitting down and say "what's up".
So we had our sleep over and its now 6am and she is up. A successful sleepover far from home without her mom and dad, plans made for the early morning, waffles for breakfast in a bit and Venus setting in the east.
Pretty good.