14 April 2012
It's the same routine every weekend though it never gets tedious. Sat making pretend cakes out of play dough with my three year old grandson. He never fails to make me smile. No matter how I'm feeling before, he's always brought that joyful light to my heart since the day he was born.
And now a wash of calm has again descended over the house. So now it's time to pack away the toys, put lids upon the pots of play dough, and put to sleep the hand puppets that have joined in on our time. He's gone home to his mummy now but he'll be back very soon, and our fun will start all over again.
So now it's time to enjoy a coffee, and the peace and tranquility that follows.
Saturday Afternoon • Opuss № I