Today is Saturday. It is day sixteen of what I lovingly refer to as The Grateful Day. While a pretend kitty pads softly about on a carpeted bedroom floor, and channel two announces the morning news, I sit and type. Thoughts of last week and a time spent with H flood me.
H is five years old. H was sick Wednesday and Thursday. He ran a temperature of 102. When you are five years old and got a fever, and your mommy and daddy must go to work, well, who 'ya gonna call to take care of H?
Today I am grateful for H.
I am grateful for the call.
I am grateful when my favorite grandson is not feeling well, it is I who can be there to nurse H to good health.
God Bless H. I love H. Yes, I am blessed.
I am grateful.
See you in print,
Linda Della Donna
Author of soon-to-be published,
"A Gift of Love"
"Elephants and grandchildren never forget."--Andy Rooney