A bonus day with my granddaughter
Doing whatever occurs to her moment to moment
Her shameless giggling
Her quick-silver mind
Her soft-as-dough hugs
Her pillowy hand
Her huger-than-life heart
Her limitless imagination
Her endless potential

I’m the luckiest girl alive to tread this giddy path long ago and now… again.

Carol Tymann writes, reads, walks, and plays in upstate New York.