Sometimes things happen, simple things really. Today I rocked my youngest grandson to sleep. Nothing profound. But it was. I just wanted to spend a little time with him so we stepped out on the porch and sat in the rocker. Today was a beautiful day. Sunny, warm, nice breeze. So we talked and played and he wiggled around a bit. He twisted himself around this way and that. He even tried to take a bite of the rocker. Well, he’s 7 months old and teething. After he settled down to the rythm of the rocking, I noticed he was following along rocking himself. Then I felt it. The first softening. His little back went just a bit slack. More rocking. Just the warm sun and birds chirping and hummingbirds flitting here and there. More softening. Yep. Just a matter of time. More rocking. Back and forth. Back and forth. Just being. There it was. Total relaxation. Just a slight little head nod. Sinking softly into Grammie’s arms, head laid back. Blissful sleep. More rocking. Then the realization. This is the first time I rocked any of my grandchildren to sleep at such a young age. I lived two thousand miles away when the first one was so little. Brief trips home were a flurry and left no time for rocking. We all know what was going on in 2022 when my granddaughter was little. Being close and snuggling was frowned upon. Such a loss for humanity. But now. Today. I was finally able to snuggle my grandchild off to a grand nap. We rocked and snuggled for over an hour and early in I decided there was nothing more important. No phone. No work. No chores. NOTHING. I would sit rocking until he realized the world still existed. It was a grand and magnificent event. One I will always remember. That day when I finally got to rock my grandchild off to a midday nap. How many times had my own grandmother rocked me until I slept? Sometimes on purpose and sometimes it just happened. How safe I felt. I hope he felt that today. Warm and safe. And loved. It’s always love.