A Peak at Heaven

They were walking home from an evening at the pool.

Three young girls giggling and happy.

Feeling brave and at ease.

“Hello there,” they called from the sidewalk a parking lot away.

“Yes you,” they added when they saw me look up from filling the bird bath, “How is your evening going so far?”

“Great,” I tell them. “How’s yours?”

“Ours is great as well.”

“It’s my birthday,” says one.

“Happy Birthday!” I say in a loud and cheerful voice

wondering if it would be inappropriate for me to burst out in song.

“Would you be my grandma?” said one.

“What?” I asked, more to give me time to think of a response than

that I did not hear.

The first thing I thought in her saying this was, “She wants money.”

“Would you be my grandma?” she repeated.

“Of course!” I said with conviction.

To which I quickly added, “I love you! Have a good night!”

“Oh. Me, too!” came the reply.

“Let’s get going.” said one.

And a little quieter they said, “Have a good night!”

And went on home.

Hopefully, thinking of love and grandmas.

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