My Mom (also known as Grandma) is coming to visit. Son has dragged a small, green, plastic chair up to his room so he can sit by his window to watch for her.

We wait.

Finally, son sees her. I go downstairs to let her in. I can hear Son screaming “Grandma!!” as loud as he possibly can. He sounds like he’s at some kind of preschooler rock concert.

Grandma comes up to our porch, dragging a trolley full of toys for Son to play with today. She sees Son at his window, and her face is shining as brightly as the sunny afternoon. She waves at him. Grandma has arrived.

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