The Age of Innocence

It was Thanksgiving this past weekend and I certainly do have a lot to be thankful for, but  one thing stood out.  On Sunday I was working on my little notebook, the computer I use for all my writing and books, well due to some circumstances, the screen went all wonky and it was unusable, I couldn't get to any of my stuff.  Needless to say, the computer almost got thrown out a window, then a few choice were said, while I stomped up the stairs and for my grande finale' I slammed my bedroom door and started to cry.

My beautiful three year old granddaughter, not being swayed in any way at my outburst, came right in, put her hands on my legs, and looked up at me through her eyelashes and said, "What wrong grandma?"  Then without me answering she scrambled up onto my knee and cuddled in.  When I told her that I was sad because I didn't know how hard it would be to get my books back, she easily said, "That's okay you can have some of mommy's off her computer."  She made me laugh and in that innocence of hers, made realize what was most important.  That wasn't the end of our conversation, she continued jabber on in her animated way, using her facial expressions to give effect -- she made the world right simply being her.

Have a great day!