Little Man left yesterday after a ten-day visit. It was his first visit to our new home. He was the first to play in the playroom we made for our grandchildren.
I wanted a room for the kids to be kids in. The room that is made to run in, drive trucks in, play with trains and hot wheels. The room that will eventually have dolls to play with and dress up. The room that I hope keeps changing and growing along with the children.
They left around noon yesterday. With hugs and kisses and many tears (on my part), they left to start their new life in Charleston. They will be much closer, and I still cannot wrap my head around that fact.
Last night, after doing laundry and vacuuming, I walked into the playroom. The puzzles were still put together on the floor. The trucks were in varying stages of being wrecked. Coloring books and crayons were in the same place on the floor.
My eyes teared up. Although my heart was full of wonderful memories, the room echoed with footsteps running back and forth. I could hear the giggles and the little voice telling Grammy what was going on next.
I turned around, closed the door and decided it was too soon to pick up the memories of a week well spent on my part.
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