My heart is full

I imagine everyone has their idea of perfection. An image of a perfect world where the setting is ideal and the people of your heart are right there.

I was pretty close today.

Two of my grandchildren and their mother came to visit. I only see these grandchildren for a few hours every other year and we never fail to make the most of it.

This time we went out for pancakes and came back to my apartment to visit. We were going to play mini golf, but even they thought it was too hot, so we stayed home and built a fairy garden, played with my dollhouses with their tiny books, and just talked.

My grandson, who will be in second grade next Fall likes to play math games and I'm being honest when I say I don't consider myself any slouch, but I had to stop and think when we played the doubling game. What is 1046 plus 1046? He beat me and went on at top speed. What is 2092 plus . . .

My granddaughter took one of the empty tiny books home with her. She's going to write this one!

I might see them again before they go home and if I do it would be lovely, but we didn't waste a moment of the quality time we had today.