When two invitations to babysit local grandkids were offered, I suggested a kidpool. Last night was the mutually ideal evening, and by 4pm the house was alive with happy sounds.
My friend Deborah came over to lend a hand. It was sweet and ever so poignant to introduce her to the kids as someone who long ago was a good friend of their “Grandma Rose” (aka Margaret-Rose).
Yep, there she is in the Macy family album. (Nothing alcoholic, I assure you.)
I tried to impose my thoughts on Deborah, wondering how she felt spending an evening with her friend Margaret-Rose’s grandkids.
We played games, ate mac ’n’ cheese and other favorites, watched an episode of Sesame Street, colored . . . stuff little kids (and certain adults) like to do. We had a great time.
No one cried or disobeyed; there wasn’t a single disagreement among the little dears. Deborah and I got along too!
By 9pm the parents had reclaimed their children and the house was once again quiet.
This morning at the office I picked up my purse to add my cell phone, unzipped a pocket, and discovered this:
Aw. Brynn left a little something for me.