You’ve heard the expression, “Out of the mouths of babes…” I have, too. But I never had an experience that would fall into that category, that is until Christmas Eve. I adore my granddaughters, but I don’t see them a lot. They live three hours away. Three hours is a long drive, either way. But this summer, I spent a week on the Jersey Shore with Lauren (6) and Lindsay (2 ½) and their parents, my daughter Heather and husband Alec, and with my son Ben and his wife Maria. But I digress.
Just before Lauren and I took this picture, we spoke about how much fun we always have together. And how much we miss each other. Now this is the part that amazed me: I said, “Lauren, when your mom was young, she was so special to me that I called her Princess. (In fact, I still do at times.) Your aunt Jules (my other daughter) was so special to me that I called Muffin…” Now before I could get to my point, Lauren interrupted me. “So you want to know what to call me?” I was flabbergasted. She was WAY ahead of me. Before I could say, “Yes. That’s what I was going to ask…” she stated very seriously, “Will you call me your Angel? I want to be your Angel!” I laughed at her sincerity, her brilliance and of course I said, “I love you very much, Angel.” She smiled, “I love you, too Grampie.”