my two and a half grand-daughter and I have this little thing we do.
She runs to me and hugs me and I pick her up and I whisper to her
“Kayla do you know how much I love you?”
and she pulls back enough to look in my face and she says “I love you this much,” as she opens her arms wide “all the way up to the stars! Nana, where are the stars? I can’t see them”
I keep telling her some time at night we will go outside and I will show her the stars.
Now I am trying to get her to say that I love her more than all the stars in the sky
which is what I taught her sister when she was younger.
this little ritual we do at least a half a dozen times every weekend I see her.
I love being Nana.
It is the greatest joy of my life.