V – View of the world
Towering over her, she looked up into Grandpa’s eyes. Smiling back at her, he held out a gnarled hand. She took it. His hand swallowed hers, making it disappear.
Looking into her sparkling blue eyes, Grandpa was never happier than when he was in her presence.
Her questions were non-stop. “Grandpa, what’s that dog’s name? Why is his hair three colors? My hair is only one color! If I had a dog, I would name it Ralph. What would you name your dog Grandpa?”
He took it all in, loving every second and as patiently as he could, he answered her questions.
She let loose of his hand and ran on ahead; her hair flying out behind her. She plopped down in the grass and picked the first dandelion she could reach. She blew HARD, scattering the little seeds to the four winds.
Grandpa smiled as he approached. It as if the sun had lit up that spot just for her. Her hair shone and danced around her shoulders. She looked up as Grandpa neared, her teeth were set in a wide grin from ear to ear.
“Grandpa! Help me! There are so many to blow!”
Grandpa looked down at her and said “Honey, you don’t have to blow them all!”
She looked around her, wide eyed. “Oh thank goodness!”