I never really got the power of that story until this morning. To me, it has always been about my grandma loving to tell stories. After this weekend, I realized it is a story about the sheer joy of being a grandparent, getting a chance to truly enjoy the wonder of children without the responsibilities. The last time I was with my grandma Pat, I was pregnant and she told me the story again. I can't help but think she was trying to tell me something about how magical children are and to stop, slow down, and enjoy more.
To me, it was a true wonder seeing Nate and Alex at the beach and I can't help but hope that we helped create a tea party-like story for Roxane.
And dang, it is bittersweet because grandma Pat would have had a riot with these little boys.