After asking daily how soon grandma would arrive,
When she finally did, Caleb clutched my hand,
Bravely walking up the hill to greet her,
Along with three other guests.
He circled the group on the outskirts, until
“Grandma, do you want to play a game with me?”
A bit later, I saw him running up the steps
With a blank piece of paper. This repeated several times.
Art, games, someone else to listen to his chatter . . .
This is one happy little boy.
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