Some of my little grandkids were outside chasing each other with water guns and squirters. What fun! What better way to handle the summer heat.
I watched, sipping my coffee and laughing at the squeals of delight. So I was surprised when a soft, warm arm slipped around my neck.
"Nan," she said softly. "Sometimes I get in trouble cos the others say I'm not sharing. I try. But the others always want what I'm doing." I put my arm around her for a big hug.
"I know. I've been watching. You're the biggest and you do a great job with all the little ones. But sharing isn't easy, no matter how big you are. Tell me a bit more about it. "
We talked together for a while. Then she hugged me tight and I could feel her damp eyelashes flutter against my face. "Thanks, Nan," she whispered.. and then she was gone.