Last night I was twenty five again.
And it was sweet.
I let her take a shower and play with the “rain”. She loves putting her little face in the water and drinking it. She wiggles under the water, having fun like a water drop. When we say “bye bye” to the rain she gets wrapped up in a great big towel. Always make sure to dry between your toes! She gets all dried off and instead of wearing her jammies she wants to wear one of my big t-shirts. I brush her still wet hair back. She doesn’t mind it being brushed. She’s such a good girl. We sit in the big chair and talk, sharing time with a friend. She dozes off. I hold her in my lap as long as I can.
I lay her on my bed.
I look at her and realize she is just like her mom. My daughter. For a very brief second, I was twenty five and I had her back.
Thank God for grandbabies, memories, and love.
