My granddaughter Olivia turned seven this weekend. Such an advanced and important age for a little person. We went to Syracuse to celebrate with her, as we do every year. Everything these grandchildren of mine do is momentous to me as well it should be.
I never expected to come to such unconditional love in my life as I have experienced with my grand children. And I have delighted in every moment of it. It is fleeting, evanescent.
I can sit and watch their faces for hours and find that a more than sufficient way to spend my time. Listening to them talk, play, think out loud is the most important learning experience in my life these days. The world view of children is so fresh and clear - clean, open, naive and elegant.
Olivia has eyes that sparkle like the splashes of light on the ocean's waves. They are deep and endless. Inquisitive. Playful. Her world has so many possibilities, so many interpretations. Convention has not yet set in and turned fairy dust into concrete. I hope it never does.
