The last time I saw my grandsons, there was light and love and a warm heart unrelated to the heat of the desert.

There were introductions.

 

And Legos.

 

And Flashlight Friends, too.

 

There were Batman dives.

 

And bubbles.

 

And baby love galore.

 

The last time I saw my grandsons, there was park time.

 

Movie time.

 

Nap time.

 

And swing time with smiles.

There were chlorine-scented hugs.

 

Sounds of giggles and goofiness.

 

And celebratory sweets to savor.

 

The last time I saw my grandsons, there was faith.

There was hope.

There was love.

Love.

Love.

Love.

The last time I saw my grandsons, there was sorrow in parting.

Yet there was unbridled joy in knowing that the last time I saw my grandsons would not be the last time.

Today's question:

When did you last see your grandchildren?