And so it goes. Another visit ends. Tears in the driveway, promises of a quick return, heartfelt waves to the receding rental car…
“I want her to stay,” MJ moans.
Finally, another book.
We read it over several times. Then we contemplate our growing collection. So many feelings! So little time!
Finally we go on a field trip to the library. Nothing like it to console the sorrowful heart–at least that of my child. Many borrowed books later, we are seeing the sunshine again.
Sometimes it’s medicinal to read someone else’s stories. Especially when you’re three. And missing Grandma. And looking for a super happy ending.