Draw close to God, and God will draw close to you.
The door creaked open as I made my way onto the deck and out popped that blonde-haired beauty, her round face turned toward me.
“Hi, Miss Addie! How are you? I’m so happy to see you!” I greeted my granddaughter.
Addie smiled as wide as the open door, and I quickly entered, placing my take-out dinner on the table. I scooped her up and kissed her soft cheeks, first one then the other.
“Are you going to play with me?” She looked up with pleading blue eyes.
“Yes, I am. What do you want to play?”
“This,” Addie pointed to a matching game. “And puzzles.”
I knew that. Addie is the queen of puzzles. She can put them together faster than any three-year-old I know. Heck, faster than me.
“But first Grandma needs to eat her dinner,” her mother Tara reminded, “And you and Eli need to eat too.”
“Let me give Eli a hug.” I lowered Addie to the floor to pick up 11-month-old Eli. His big blue eyes fixed on mine and his mouth broadened, revealing two cute little teeth situated at the front of his bottom jaw. I smothered him with smooches while he twisted this way and that.
“It’s time to eat, Addison,” Tara said while she brought food to the table. “You can put Eli in his high chair,” she gestured toward me.
Before I could wriggle Eli into his seat, he was already reaching for his food.
As soon as the children finished their dinner, their parents were out the door for their post-Valentine night alone.
“Now will you play with me?”