Granddaughter Caroline and I got to hang out early Saturday morning while her parents attended the temple. When I went to greet her in her crib, her eyes filled with tears and flinging her little fist in the air she said, "No! Daddy!". We looked for daddy and mommy too. She was sure they were behind the door to the apartment, so she knocked on it, calling their names. After awhile, she accepted that she was stuck with grandma. She entertained us both with an enthusiastic game of hide and seek. Later, she remembered a page of alphabet stickers that she both sang about and used to decorate her pajamas and forehead. We read books, danced on a vacuum box, climbed the furniture, demonstrated all features of the shiny new kitchen trash can, wore beautiful necklaces and did other things that make being a grandma just about the most perfect job in the world!
Our precious little Caroline is going to the hospital tomorrow. Having been there a few times myself, I wish I could spare her the anxious feelings and discomfort that inevitably come with such a visit. But we'll put our trust in the doctors to treat our dollie like a special guest--a VIP! We'll lavish her with love and attention when the scary part is over and she's safely home again. We send smooches. We send our prayers. We know she'll be ok. Crossed fingers! And Caroline, be sure to tell everyone Grandma B.'s strict orders..."Popcicles for the Princess C!"
