I've been staying with my four grandchildren for a week.
Life falls into a comforting rhythm.
I wake before dawn and brew my cup of tea. The house has the muted quiet of sleep.
I watch the sun rise over the distant peaks.
A new day is born.
Soon, I hear the eight year old on the stairs.
Always the first to rise, he likes this special time alone with me.
By 7, the 10 year old twins and 7 month old Sam are awake.
Eating breakfast, brushing teeth, changing a diaper, gathering backpacks -
off we go to the bus stop.
off we go to the bus stop.
Sam and I wave goodbye and stroll up the road on our morning walk.
Birds sing and squirrels chatter. We see elk and fox and coyote tracks.
The day passes in a schedule of bottles, naps, and diaper changes.
Late afternoon, the front door crashes open. The children are "starved" after their day at school. Snacks and play time, dinner, homework, showers, pajamas - just enough time left for a book before lights out.
The house settles into sleep.
I brew a last cup of tea.
Life's quiet rhythm continues - One Good Thing...