The most recent thing a child has done to touch me: I went home in August to visit my family. I don’t see them that often. My sister’s grandson was about 15 months old at the time. We were outside playing with him and ran to my father’s grapevines. He started pulling green grapes from the vines, taking one little bite and spitting them out. He tried to give me one to eat. I said, “No, don’t eat the green ones. Just the purple ones.”
I picked a sweet Concord purple grape and squeezed it into his little mouth. The juice ran down his chin. Mmmmmm I did a few more and with each I’d say, “See? The purple ones.” He loved it and learned to pick the ripe grapes.
Well, about a month ago, my sister called and told me she was looking at photographs with the little fellow. She’d ask him, who is this’ person in the photos. He’d answer appropriately…until he came to a photo of me. She asked him who I was. He smiled and sai, “The purple one.”
Sorry to be such a long story. But I swear. I will love that for the rest of my life.