One of the brightest spots in the wedding weekend had nothing to do with bride and groom, though they WERE the center of everything and certainly provided their own share of BRIGHT, with their sweet personalities and their dear whimsical touches (especially a FIRST DANCE that warrants them a place on DWTS, SYTYCD, or Broadway, take your pick---of that, moiré non).
My own immersion in Grandma Heaven began on Friday, when our DDIL and our littlest drove over to spend the afternoon with us. We’d been out and about in all that sunshine, checking out light levels for the photos, just enjoying the beautiful of the wedding site, and had come back to the hotel to meet them. She appeared in the peep-hole, and as I opened the door, there stood this TINY little fellow, who took one look, turned, and dashed back down the long hall. After all, he hadn’t seen me in months, and only when his Ganner stepped out, did he make a similar dash for him.
After a few moments of very quiet play with Mama’s keys, handing them around, did he just naturally make his way into my lap, and then we were OFFFF. Back to the big wedding hall, to do lots of girl-stuff, whilst I chased after and loved that quicksilver little boy. His way with door-handles and drawer-pulls is something to see, and I’ve never SEEN anybody under twenty pounds go that FAST.
Then, at the Friday-night dinner party, the rest of the GA clan arrived---Gracie, Kit and Cal, making their way through the buffet crowd for big hugs, and you know, the only moment apart in the whole 36 hours until we all parted ways on Sunday, was the time it took for them to go get into their wedding clothes and ride to the ceremony with their parents.
We were TOGETHER---playing and crafting and showers and baths and talking and snuggling before bed, with the girls on the pull-out in our suite, and
(first time sleepover actually in our ROOM) on the air-mattress we’d brought. Somehow our room had a dozen downy white pillows, and we made fairy nest and dragon-lair of all the beds. Bedtime, of course, entailed the sharing of ONE icy Dr. Pepper, sparkled over small cups of ice, and the big cigar-pretzels we always bring. Cal
We’d taken fruit and milk and all the coffee set-up for our room, though they had a nice layout in the little kitchen. Everybody had a bath, got into jammies, and even Chris settled into his bed early after such a sparkling day. They all got settled with all the lamps off save the one by my bed (lampshade dressed as is traditional, in a spiffy red T-shirt, leaving just enough rosy glow for me to read a bit later).
Kit requested “The Princess and the Pea” and so I sat over in their “room” in the dim light, telling the uncomplicated little story I first read in my own Little Golden Books, embellishing and soothing, and by the time the 12th princess came to the castle to audition, climbing that golden ladder, up the pearly steps to the top of those twenty mattresses beneath the sky-blue canopy, Little Cal was sound asleep (he who his Mama said would NOT stay in bed, and to count on a romping bedtime), and I could hear the gentle soothe of Chris’ sleeping, as well.
The girls stayed awake til the end, then Kit settled grinning that sleep-smile into her pillows, and Gracie read for a little bit, under her own soft-draped lamp.
I cannot tell you how that feels, that enthusiastic welcome and that settling into the old, comfortable routines as if we saw each other every weekend---the easy, unfailing bond with these Heart-Children is one of the loveliest parts of my life. There’s never a YOURS, no MINE---just OURS---with no thought that it might be any other way. (And the call from DD this week, that
keeps nagging her to take him back to the hotel where we live--that’s just lagniappe). Cal
And we slept, in that quiet, brimful room, resting til the percolator sent the fragrant signal to rise for the WEDDING festivities. Moire non of our wonderful weekend.