There is nothing like a visit from the grand children to remind one that life goes on. I spent Friday night at my daughter's and then brought the kids back home with me. I did not get to see so much of them this past summer and it was a birthday gift to my daughter (who just turned 40!) to have a couple of days to herself.
She probably spent them in her son's room playing Lego StarWars. Dane tried to teach me how to play this video game--a hopeless task if ever there was one. "Concentrate, Grandma! You have to concentrate!" I do have a hard time with sustained concentration lately, but in this case I had no clue what it was that needed concentration. He finally took the controls away from me (thank-you!).
It's amazing how long he can amuse himself at my house being out side on a scooter or helping me in the yard, especially if it involves a hose. Inside, they both sit and draw or craft for hours. Just before bed, Dane did say, "No offense, Grandma, but I miss my Lego StarWars. It's okay though. I had fun today."
Happy tears come easily, too.