The bag is filled with five rolls of toilet paper. I hand it to my granddaughter.
“Thanks, Gramma!”
Giggling, the two twelve-year-old’s race each other back to the door as I pull out of the driveway. They’re still very much children.
My heart swells with joy and I’m grinning so wide I can feel the skin stretch on my face. Such a simple moment. So much love.
Crazy, ain’t it.