“She loved them so much that she felt a kind of hollowness on the inner surface of her arms whenever she looked at them—an ache of longing to pull them close and hold them tight against her.”
~ Anne Tyler, A Spool of Blue Thread
She runs through the door of the arena, all spunky and fun, pausing for hugs before filling us in on the what and where and, still full of chatter, leads us to where we are supposed to be. Precious feisty girl.
Later he comes, full of smiles, from the dressing room pulling a hockey bag that’s as big as himself and leans in for more hugs. Sweet caring boy.
Today: a grand day filled with hockey, gymnastics, more hockey, and grandchildren. Their parents too.