I experienced one of those moments with my grandson Bradley over the weekend that I will never forget, but first let me tell you a story.

Mindy and I volunteered to babysit for our grandkids, Bradley and Winter this past Saturday so Kelly and Matt could finally take some time out for dinner and a movie. We arrived at their condo around 5pm. Bradley had skipped out on his nap and Winter had a cold, which meant there were boogies everywhere!

Winter and Her Mimi


Bedtime was suggested for between 8 and 8:30 which we thought wouldn't be a problem because they were both overtired. Well, guess what?  We thought wrong. During the first two hours we were there, Winter had gone through three outfit changes because she was producing snot at an alarming rate. At 8:30, Mindy gave Winter her final bottle while I was playing the "I don't want to go to bed" game with Bradley.

We sat in his room cuddling together in his rocking chair reading books until I began the go-to-bed-ritual. We sat together in the dark telling each other stories as I told him about how his Daddy used to talk nonstop when he was three. Then I explained how much I loved his Dad because he was my son and that his Dad was a wonderful man and amazing Dad. Then I heard Bradley say "Yes he is Papa." That's when the tears started. He didn't say anything after that because he had fallen asleep with his hands clasped together on my arm as we cuddled and rocked just a little more in total darkness. I will remember that special moment with my grandson until the day I die. If you ever wondered what it would be like to hold an angel in your arms, ask any grandparent.

Bradley and His Dad