We’ve been with our almost five-year old grandchild for the last three days.

I sit here now lifted on wings thinking of how a child can run and their feet don’t even touch the ground.

Yesterday we went to the Children’s Discovery Museum on a foggy day.  By the water, we saw a huge flag and people gathering in uniforms. It was a memorial/funeral for the line-of-duty death of Lieutenant Brian Kyono, who passed away after succumbing to occupational cancer.  Bagpipes played in the fog, and Amazing Grace rang through the air.  As the fireboat sprayed water, the sun broke through.

We then went to the Railroad Museum in Tiburon, a 19 year achievement put together by ten men.  Grandchild talked on an old-fashioned phone with a man on a cell phone.  He loved the adding machine, seeing the numbers print out when he pressed them.  

At the ice cream store, grandchild chose fresh orange juice over gelato, and after dinner we sat outside and wished on stars and engaged in a round-robin of questions and raising our hand to answer, and so today, a quiet morning of absorption and missing an exuberant, cuddly, and unique being.