“Mama! I see Grammy!”
Sarah waved to her grandmother as they pulled up the gravel driveway to the old Victorian house on the hill overlooking the busy waterfront across the street.
As soon as the van stopped, Sarah was out the door in a flash, not even needing her mother to unbuckle the car seat. There was no such thing as Sarah-proofing anything. Grammy bent down and gave Sarah’s blonde head a quick kiss, and then hugged her until she got tired of the bear hug and wriggled free. Continue reading