I must admit, I entered the first day of my 12 day vacation with my four-year-old daughter with a certain amount of trepidation. I just knew she would be clamoring for mommy or crying because she had no one to play with. After all, she would spend 12 days with me and Granny, and me and Granny like to talk.
What ended up happening was beautiful. Granny and Roni hit it off. Roni loved helping with the household chores. She especially loved dusting and watering the flowers. Inside, dusting on Tuesday ended up hilariously fun. Roni made sure Granny dusted everything with her. Nothing, and I mean nothing escaped her attention. All ceiling fans, door knobs and even backs of chairs got the Swiffer treatment.
Outside, watering the roses and day lilies were a thrill. Roni loved to help the plants grow and she made sure they each received a generous portion of water each day. Roni helped with dishes, cooking, cleaning, bed making - anything Granny had to do each day. I was able to sleep in each day (which I desperately needed to do because I stayed up too late each night).
In the airport on the way home, Roni took over the wheeled luggage while I walked through Atlanta International Airport with a pink suitcase that read, "I'm going to Grandma's!" Roni ended up being one of the greatest traveling partners I've ever had. Our relationship, which was already strong, became even closer. This was a trip to remember.
One day I'll look back and remember this vacation with a sad melancholy, but today, right now, I cherish the special time me and my daughter had together and the connection we have that grew stronger. Dads, heads up, you need to do this...
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