I think this was the best day I ever had. Or perhaps it was just the best day in a long while. Then again, maybe, just maybe, it truly is the little things in life that make us happiest.
I went to get little Audrey out of her crib this morning. She lit up with a big sleepy grin, scampered to the side rail, stood up, reached for me and said, “Gam-ma”. Yeah, really, she called me Gam-ma. Of course I’m not Grandma to her, but I fit the mold. Her other two caregivers are her grandmas, so in her little mind that should be my name too. My heart nearly burst with a giddy sort of happiness. All day long she needed things. And she held the key to get whatever she wanted. “Gam-ma, Aud-jee apple?” “Gam-ma, Aud-jee up?” “Gam-ma, snow, pull Aud-jee, Gam-ma” Whether she needed food, a snuggle, or a ride in the sled outside, I was in. I was Gam-ma for a day, might as well have been queen for a day. Except that I was ruled by my little subject. And wasn’t it grand?!?