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Yesterday I took my granddaughter to the zoo. She is an adult, but does not drive because of her cerebral palsy.

We went to lunch and shared some garlic cheese bread.

We got close enough to the guanaco to actually pet its soft sweet face.

We both opted to skip the rain forest because it is too hot.

We sat listening to the female snow leopard explain how much she hated being separated from her brother.

Then, at the end of the day,  my granddaughter fell on one of the downward sloping sidewalks and it was very difficult getting her back on her feet again. It took a long time, some finagling and today my shoulders and arms are sore. She was crying, not because she was hurt, but because she was embarrassed and whenever she falls is reminded of times when she was mocked, or bullied.

So, I did the grandma thing.

We went out for donuts and chocolate milk on the way home.

There is about fifty years of difference in our ages and she is the daughter of my adopted daughter, but this is probably the grandchild who gets me best. She is 4 feet 9 inches. I am nearly 5 feet 7 inches. She is a brown eyed, red haired beauty. I am a hazel eyed, brown headed going gray gramma. She has cerebral palsy. I am pretty much as healthy as a horse. And yet, she comes up with these unique and perfect gifts, loves animals, and seems to have similar sensibilities to mine.

We are both adults on opposite ends of life's journey, but we are kindred spirits.