Grammie

What’s in a name?

I’ve always sort of been of the opinion that a duck is a duck no matter what you call it.  Of course Donald duck is cuter than Igor duck, but that is more a matter of preferences.

Last night I had the chance to spend time with my youngest granddaughter, a real treat since she lives in Denver and I only see her a few times a year.  We did all those extraordinary things an eighteen month old likes to do.

We ate cheesy rice and I made over her extraordinary skill with a spoon!  We put together puzzles that were real fire engines and ambulances and then raced them down an incline to see them roll and then fall apart so we could reassemble them!  We built Picasso like creations with our new Twig blocks and I was so impressed with my little genius!  Then we had a tea party and she poured!

In short, I played the part of a grandmother, totally in love and impressed, and she played the adorable grandchild.  It was a glorious night that ended with her falling asleep in my arms.

So why did I bring up names?  Well, she understands everything I say and communicates mostly in looks, gestures and one word sentences, but she did two things last night that made this Christmas perfect.

She said, “I love you.”    And she called me Grammie!   I have been named!