My youngest grandchild stood behind her storm door in an Easter dress tied up with a big pink bow. She was wearing her brother's boots and an expectant smile that turned my heart upside down. My son, her dad, opened the door and told her she could go out. She, along with that crazy, big smile on her face froze. I could see her thinking, "I can go hug my grandma?" No, she couldn't go that far and even at 21 months, she knew it. She could see from my face, that I knew it too.
Since talking isn't really all that interesting when you're 6 and under, the kids busied themselves with the candy and toys we brought. We grown-ups stood apart and yearned (well I was yearning) across that 6-feet divide.
What will we change after this is over? Will we catch each other up in our arms for embraces long enough to feel our hearts beating? I can't wait to touch my children's faces, getting so close they swat me away.
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