I don’t remember the catalyst. I sitting on the ottoman minding my own business. Suddenly my grandson was running toward me looking for a hug. At least that was how I chose to interpret it. It might have been his sister chasing him. I gave him the shelter he needed and waved my tickle claws toward his sister. It stopped her in her tracks. She gave out a lot of shrieks and giggles until suddenly they both went running back to the original corner.
Repeat.
It was a great few minutes. I am always willing to be a haven in a crisis like that.
May your day be as blessed.
homo unius libri
Thursday, January 6, 2022
Opus 2022-016: Simple Joys
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