. . . I stared at my hand as the green sticky goop oozed down my fingers dripping onto the counter. Trying to dry my tears, I spread the stuff all over my cheeks. Now, I looked liked a circus clown but felt like a sad human.

I studied the living room and found everything in order. The rocking chair was back in the guest room giving space for the end table and magazine rack which had been pushed in the corner. The wide window sill was clear of Match Box cars. All the finger prints and smudges were missing from the windows. The toys were packed into the giant green tub and stored in the closet.

Everything was back in place making our home tidy, quiet, still and somewhat lonely. Just a few weeks ago our house was bustling with noise and laughter, unknown piano renditions and the usual crying and squabbling. Meals were bigger and included special foods; a holiday in summer. I have already calculated and counted the days until the next invasion of grandkids.

The time goes by so quickly when they are with you. We played in the sandbox, went for walks, enjoyed the left-over toys of their parents and read as many books as possible. The pictures I took remind me of the fun time; closing my eyes I can feel the hugs and my heart rejoices.

Finishing the last lemon lime Popsicle I bought for the grandkids, I dried my tears, washed my hands and face and started my list of activities for their next visit. I will relish in my anticipation of even more excitement.

May your day be filled with special memories of little people who bring you joy.