The Little Things with My Grandbaby

 “The Little Things with My Grandbaby”

She won’t remember this moment.

Not the way the light
spilled across the floor
like it was placed there on purpose.

Not the quiet hum of the house
or the way the world
felt still for just a second.

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She won’t remember
the blocks scattered everywhere
or how her tiny hands
carefully stacked them
like it was the most important work
she had ever been given.

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But I will.

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I will remember
how she looked up at me
like I was part of her world
in the simplest, purest way.

How she didn’t need anything fancy.
No plans.
No perfection.

Just me…
right there on the floor.

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And I will remember
how time felt slower here.

How the noise of everything else
faded into the background
and all that mattered
was this small, ordinary moment.

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Because these are the days
that don’t feel big
until they’re gone.

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The days that look like nothing
to the outside world—

but somehow become
everything later.

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So I’ll sit a little longer.
I’ll build the tower again.
I’ll let the mess stay
just a little while more.

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Because one day
these little hands
won’t reach for mine
the same way.

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And I already know—

I’ll miss this more
than I could ever explain.