In the midst of so much darkness, in our little world spirits are bright.
My always-on-the-move, usually happy and endlessly entertaining 19-month-old grandson Quentin is the reason why.
Here’s how my Saturday morning has played out thus far. After easing into the day, I made strawberry-banana smoothies for me and the rest of the household.
We then spent the next 15 minutes leisurely sipping, smiling, clicking our respective glasses and sippy cup, shouting “cheers” and laughing uproariously. (“Cheers” is the newest addition to Quentin’s burgeoning vocabulary repository.)
I can’t count the times I’ve laughed and smiled—and it’s not even noon. Three (more) cheers to that!
