Grandma visited us last week. It’s always a well-appreciated special treat when my daughter and mother get together, either here or there. There – a thousand miles away – has become a bit more tricky since my daughter is now in school.
What we did together was both simple and straightforward as well as rich and rewarding. Meals in and meals out. Walks in the neighborhood. A trip to the museum. Working on puzzles. Sitting on the porch together. Reading together at bedtime. Pizza and movie night.
While it’s easy to see – a reward for us – how special Grandma is to our daughter, I get to appreciate these visits on a personal level as well. My mother, my wife and my daughter all together at one time under one roof warms my heart.
Two years ago, for Mother’s Day, my presents to my mother and my wife were framed photographs taken while we were together that weekend. Each of them got to chose their picture. My wife’s choice sits in our living room, affording me the chance to savor it every day. As lovely as that picture is, it’s is so much better live, in 3D, and living color. As I’ve said many times before, I am so very lucky.