My Toys Were Lonely

On Sunday after church I got the idea that instead of tackling the to do list, I would rather play.  So, I texted my grandson (well, his parents, they haven't seen the wisdom of getting a mostly non  verbal 2 year old his own phone yet) and asked him to come over for the afternoon.  We had a blast with all the toys and walking around the block with the wagon.  It was a perfect Sunday.

And just in the past few days he has called me Grandma.  Sweeter than honey to my ears it was. Grandma.