Heart Full, No Words

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“I sleep all night with my eyes closed!”

This from our four-year-old granddaughter in response to the question of whether or not she could sleep at our house.

We’ve expanded our bubble. It came in response to our oldest daughter’s concerns about her child: “She’s not interested in doing anything, won’t eat, can’t sleep, and complains constantly.”

“Sounds like depression to me,” I told Ric.

“It’s been three months and we’re all staying isolated. Let’s invite them here.”

What joy to hold a granddaughter in my arms.

“She’s her old self again,” her mother remarked. “This is what she needed.”

We didn’t stop there. We offered to take the other two.

Three granddaughters, all slightly older, all with so much to share.

We hugged, we laughed, we ate, we played, and in the aftermath, hearts full, bodies exhausted, there are no words.

Just radiant gratitude.

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This week’s focus has been: no words. Thanks to all the talented contributors. So much to gain and share here:

oneletterUP
parallax
POETRYPALETTE
Sgeoil
SteampunkCowCorn (Absenta, la Fée Verte)
MMA Storytime
radhikasreflection
paeansunpluggedblog
michnavs
Reena Saxena
Heart to Heart
Hearing The Mermaids Sing
Khwabo ka Sapna
I Write Her
syncwithdeep

See you tomorrow for another challenge!

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

37 thoughts on “Heart Full, No Words”

      1. I watched my first granddaughter by myself for a week when she was one and a half. My daughter and her husband went to Iceland. I wish to do it again for them next year when they celebrate 10th anniversary.

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