Stressful couple of days, so I appreciated the relief I found in small moments like this. Carefully packing yesteryear, drying tears and dividing broken dreams among two households was difficult.
Even though my Grandlove is so little, he was able to lighten the tasks, turn tears into smiles and turn regret into hope.
For those over-the-top safety minded readers: We were VERY careful that he didn't eat the "Bubbles". Actually, he was more fascinated with the swooshing sound the plastic made as he waved it around, then when we demonstrated the pleasure of popping the wrap. Each to their own as far as bubblewrap is concerned, I suppose.
I am just grateful that this precious distraction helped my mounting blood pressure ease down a bit.
Next weekend, THE MOVE. And the next chapter of life for two people who have been through the wringer and deserve a happy, stable life.
