Whispers of children anticipating and planning a celebration.
My ears delight in sweet voices,
full of wonder and love.
Voices speak of teddy bears and bunnies,
soft blankets like their own and a birthday box to hold it all.
My heart melts as I listen,
hanging on every word that passes through the monitor from their bedroom,
knowing that this moment will be hidden in my heart and mind forever.
Eyes so bright,
truth-telling unashamedly,
blankets, big doggies, scooters, Octonauts and superheroes.
Boys are silly, crazy, cuddly and fun.
Nana breathes in the joy, life and laughter in moments of sleepovers.
“Let’s build a fort!”
“You are too big!”
Plastic tacos, books, and lots of movies.
How could I have known that being a Nana would be the greatest pleasure in life?
I play, read, snuggle,
I’m exhausted, sore and need rest.
In the middle of this I leave seeds of a legacy unforgotten,
They leave buckets of warmth and love that carry me to the next sleepover.
My life is fuller because of the stories they tell, the slides that are conquered and Saturday morning awakenings.
The Unmaking 