Cecelia has reached an age where she calls me on the phone now. I pick up the phone and there is this delightfully clear, confident, and perky “Hello.” Immediately recognizable as Cecelia. And then we have a conversation; a true exchange of “sentiments, observations, opinions, ideas” and the events in our daily lives. We discuss books – she is always reading one or another of the “Little House” books. Or we discuss her social life – who is having a party, what movie she is going to go see, raking leaves with her father, updates on her best friends – she is quite a busy little character.
And at some point, we always talk about when we will next see each other, bemoaning once again the fact that it is always far too long a time between our visits. Grandchildren should live right next door, it is a simple as that! She is a part of my heart and soul and I think of her every day. So she might as well move in next door since she is such a constant in my life. Would that life could be all the perfections we wish and hope for!
I love it when she calls me. And I am daunted by the fact that she can accomplish this feat. And constantly amazed that she is of an age where she can perform such tasks. And a bit nostalgic for the little girl who was.
Yet when I hear her “Hello” on my phone, my day instantly is sunny and cheerful.
When Cecelia calls me, there is no place on earth I would rather be than on the phone talking with her.
