It's been an insanely busy two months for me -- work, family matters, traveling -- that it feels like AGES since we've had the grands for a weekend stay. I've felt so much longing that I sketched Emily's flip-flops, in her favorite color -- pink, just to feel a bit closer to her and Nick.
I managed to get to see these wee ones last night for a short while. Nick came running to the door crying "NONNA!" "Nonna!" And I thought my tears wouldn't stop! Emily came running too and I was lost in a three-way hug -- me on my knees to be their height (won't be long I won't have to do this! LOL), those teeny arms wrapped around me, and me crying like a lost babe myself.
I watched them eat dinner, gabbing all the time. We played dodge ball, with the objective to be HIT rather than missed -- laughing and running and giggling.
When it was time to go, Nick says "I go with ...?" and the tears almost began again. Long hugs, kisses, "I love you's" ... and back home to face another busy week, another weekend away, and another long few weeks before we can have these two beloved grandchildren overnight.
Still, I drove home with a full heart, grateful for our brief time together, for the love that spans time and distance, a love that will be eager for togetherness again as soon as humanly possible.
Love -- and time --- each with its own grace.