Shane asks, “Can you take the kids while William plays Lacrosse?”
Tear fall while answering, “Of course.”
One long year of having Shane over at a distance masked up. The barrier of a screen between us and his family. Watching them below on the patio while we sat on the screened porch safely.
So two come this morning, mask-less and close-up. Then Cindy comes again later to spend the night. Oh how her overnights have been missed; playing with dolls, combing their hair, the child in me displayed proudly as Cindy’s magical imagination takes me away too.
“We get to be grand-parents again,” I say to Shane.
Listening to him chuckle, I can almost see him smile over the phone.