I recently visited my two-year old granddaughter in Philadelphia. When I arrived, she welcomed me at the door with a joyful grin and arms ready for a big hug. Not long after I entered her house, she talked about how I had come for a visit but would have to return to the “Chandler house” at some point. Neither of us was looking forward to that parting. “I go with you?,” she asked.
The day or two before my departure, my daughter and I started talking about the fact that I was going to leave soon.
“I have to go back to the Chandler house, sweet girl,” I told Pea.
“I need you, MiMi” she replied.
“Oh, I need you too,” I whispered back.
This unprompted confession made my heart swell. I still hear those words and feel the feels.[Read more…]