Monday, August 30, 2010

Simple Pleasures

I'm not sure if everyone would consider it much of a vacation to stay holed up and work on a novel for three days straight, but that is what I have done. My only break has been to walk downtown to get coffee every morning.
It's about a mile to our little downtown strip and we have three excellent coffee shops.
The day was already promising to be hot when I set out around 9:30 a.m.
I'd turned onto the main east/west street when I saw a little girl in front of her brick house. She was standing by a stroller and her mom disappeared inside the door. The little girl had two braids that nearly reached her shoulders. She was three or four years old and focused very hard on the stroller next to her.
I thought she said something, so I smiled and waved.
Then she looked at me and blurted out, "Grandma's coming!"
"What fun!" I responded.
Her mother came out then and, so I wouldn't be thought of as a potential child snatcher, I repeated the brief exchange for her mother.
"Not until after lunch though," the little girl added.
"That's a long time to wait," I sympathized.
I just loved the little girl's enthusiasm. The best thing that could have happened in her life was grandma coming to visit.
Ah, the simple pleasures of childhood.
Here are my kids, about 12 years ago, enjoying a visit with their grandparents.


Anonymous said...

That is so nice having a coffee shop that close to your home. I have to drive for 30 minutes to the nearest Starbucks. How is your novel coming?

Awwww what a cutie! Little kids like that are such sweethearts, they always make me laugh!

Your kids are so cute!


Linda said...

It's fun being a grandmother too. My grandkids always seem so excited to see me-most of them anyway.

Anonymous said...

Thanks for sharing that story. It made me smile. I love to start the day with a smile and a giggle.

Lucia said...

That's nice, I love grandparents who actually wanna hang out with their grandkids! Not all grandparents are like that.

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