My grandson returned to his home in Trinidad today. He left the house too quiet, the space where he dropped his flip- flops when he came into the house too empty and two souvenir foot prints that I'm now reluctant to clean up.
Oh, and lots of pizza boxes to recycle. That boy scarfed down pizza on every possible occasion in the month he visited!
I'm feeling melancholy already but so grateful for this wonderful opportunity to know and love him more in all his boy exuberance.
Grow well and prosper, sweet prince!