Insomnia visited last night, so I'm still up, but it's okay. I had a late nap, which explains some of it. The rest can be explained by two things... a winter storm howling outside and the afterglow of a great weekend with my daughter, son-in-law and granddaughter. I so enjoyed seeing the three of them. We didn't do much except enjoy her.
Toddlers are exhausting. And I didn't do anything. I just watched.
One of the highlights of the visit was a trip over to my father's house. She remembered him from her last visit. My father loves children (especially those related to him) and watching the two of them interact brought up old memories of my girls and Dad, incuding one special one.
When my daughter was about two I took her to visit my parents. One day we had set up one of those blow-up pools on the front lawn and my mother and I sat in lawn chairs, drank ice tea and watched Rachel play. When my father came home from work -- all decked out in his military uniform -- Rachel jumped out of the pool, ran toward him and jumped into his arms dripping wet.
Last night as we sat in the study I saw my father hold his arms out to his great granddaughter and wiggle his fingers in a "come here" way. She ran to him and threw herself at him, arms up, laughing.