I have just spent a perfect few days with my youngest grandson. His parents were away and his siblings were at school. My husband had the flu and stayed in bed and that just left my darling boy and me to our own devices.
Just two years old and with blonde curls and the bluest of eyes he could melt anybodys heart.The first day we went to the park and played on the swings and chatted to the other mums. When we got home we made scones and I noticed that in the last few weeks he had become adept at cracking eggs.
The second day we played with the lego in the morning ( my least favourite activity) and drew some pictures and then went swimming in the afternoon.We made brownies when we got home and there was more mixture on his face than in the baking tin.
On the third day we went grocery shopping and in the afternoon as it was raining we watched Toy Story and ate tiny clementines.Christmas is definately on the horizon.
That evening when I had read him a story and put him to bed I heard him shout ” Granny!” through the baby monitor. I trudged up the tall winding staircase and put my head round the door. ” Are you Ok,love?” I asked.
It only seemed a moment since he was saying “Mama” and “Dada” and his brother was translating for him.
” Is Grandad feeling better?” he asked. I nodded and said ” Yes thankyou”.
” Are Mummy and Daddy back home tomorrow?”.I nodded and said ” Yes darling won’t that be fun.”
He thought for a moment ” I would like to say that I am happy that we have had such a nice time together today.”
I could not answer him because I had a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes.
I straightened his blanket, kissed him and his favourite teddy bear good night and went downstairs. One exhausted but very happy woman.