She looked at me with sparkles in her eyes: “My Granny’s coming tomorrow!”
“We going to have so much fun!” Her eyes shone. “Granny is my favorite grandma ever forever!”
“You’re excited she’s coming,” I stated.
The child gave me the “that’s-the-understatement-of-the-year-look.”
The mom and I exchanged glances and laughed.
“Can you imagine her as a teenager?” the mom noted, chuckled. “She’s practicing the eye-roll already …”
The little girl transferred “the look” to her mom, but only half-heartedly. They were both of them quite giddy with the prospect of the visit. The grandma lives out of the country but the bond is evident. I often hear tales of simultaneous cookie-baking on both sides of the Atlantic, bedtime stories on FaceTime, and daily checking-ins. Now Granny will manifest in real life, and Mom’s eyes–an only child herself–were just as shiny as her daughter’s.
“She going to stay in my room,” the four-year-old danced on her feet, shoes alight with strobes and glitter. “I have the best comfy bed for her …” she lowered her voice in exaggerated gossip-conspiration, “because she old … but …” she glanced at her mother, maybe aware of the weight of possibility or maybe remembering the source of the added information, maybe both, “…she not dying yet. She just a little bit very old.”