Text message from Nellie, Mike, and Fiona:
“Where are you and Dad going to be this weekend?”
“Home. Dad’s working. Why do you ask?”
“We’re thinking of maybe driving up for a visit.”
Keep cool, don’t scare them off with over-exuberance
“Oh that would be great. Just let us know.”
… a few hours later
“YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY!!!”
11:30am, Fiona, long overdue for naptime, finally fell asleep against my shoulder, my favorite Grandma position. Now she’s napping while Mom and Dad go find a swimming hole.
I like this job.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 347: 94 words, TOTAL = 57,114; 2,886 remaining
Robin Clifford Wood is an award-winning author, poet, and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her children, grandchildren, and granddogs.