Wishes for an ice storm
Two years ago, it was No5’s first solo overnight visit to my house when she was just a month and a half shy of her 7th birthday. This portion of the off-spring live a distance away, and they don’t get to the city very often. So she’d only visited when the whole family came in.
I was a little apprehensive because she has always been such a very active child, and that’s putting it mildly!!!! She would be a little shy when I first arrived for a visit with them but eventually would be literally bouncing off the walls trying to get some attention. When I brought up the visit to her, she was very excited and immediately ran to the calendar to show me when she’d be off school.
So we made our plans for the week between Christmas and New Years. I picked her up early on a Monday and after the quiet two-hour drive back home, we finally arrived.
To my surprise she immediately made herself at home. She took her bag up to the spare bedroom and unpacked it. Her clothes were set at the end of the bed, folded neatly, and her shoes very precisely on the floor. Her coat was hung on the coat rack. Keep in mind that this child’s bedroom at home has a floor covered by a deep layer of clothes just strewn about.
We had a wonderful visit, and she actually was quite a little chatter-box. Over the rest of that day and the next, we read books, she played with the doll house and toys, colored and organized the crayon box, and watched a DVD. We also spent time at The Henry Ford, which she enjoyed.
Our plan was to drive home on Wednesday with some shopping on the way. It was a great two days with her…she was an absolute angel, and we both had fun.
The most heart-tugging moment came, however, when I tucked her in bed on Tuesday evening. She quietly said to me, “Maybe if there’s an ice storm tonight, I could stay a couple more days?”
Wow, this was another one of those “it doesn’t get much better than that” moments that made this grandma very happy!