Got up this AM and walked to the bathroom. Lying on my dresser was the pair of shoes that V. had worn for the last two days. Her daddy had forgotten to pack her PJ’s so I had to find her something to sleep in…during the search I found a bag of shoes that I had bought (on sale) for the granddaughters to grow into next year. She wanted to try a pair on, and she wore them for two days.
Ok…time for coffee. Yesterday V. spooned the coffee beans into my grinder for me, and then we watched the coffee drip into the pot. Sometimes the best things we do are the “Mr. Rogers” kind of things. Her daddy loved to watch Mr. Rogers. I couldn’t….watching fish tanks fill while you have laundry, dishes and vacuuming to do was more than I could handle in my 20’s. But not now…I watched the coffee drip with V.
Coffee in hand…walking back upstairs…I pass the bedroom she slept in….bed is made now ….but there’s a little basket of dogs that she gathered and put in the corner of the bedroom. She didn’t want the dogs in the bed with her but she wanted them in the bedroom. We found a basket and there they are….OH… with the “blanket” they needed to sleep (a hand towel from the nearby hall closet). Books are on the floor…eight of them, four per night. I gathered them up and put them away.
Have to get ready for work…walking out the door….hose in my way, because yesterday V. watered my flowers.
There are signs of her visit everywhere and she didn’t forget to take anything home.