When my daughter was nine months old and was toddling around our house in Cramer Hill, I thought she was the sun, the moon and the stars. And she was. And she still is more than thirty-two years later. (I love you, Kim–in case you wondered.)
Now my granddaughter is nine months old and is crawling and almost walking around her parents’ house in the suburbs, I think she is the sun, the moon and the stars, and a universe or two.
After Nora ate her puree of squash and green beans in her high chair today, I took out her bowl that has a suction cup on the bottom, filled it half way with warm water and stuck it to the tray. She splashed her hands in it and laughed so much that both of us filled with joy.
I did want to win that billion dollar lottery money a while ago, but it’s okay that I didn’t win. Nora and I had a billion dollars worth of fun today.
Love to all my readers,
Marguerite (Wunsch) Ferra
Cramer Hill resident and grandmom
P.S. Thank heaven for little girls.