The Summer of the Phone Calls

 Morning, afternoons, evenings.

There would be a FaceTime call from Amy's phone.

Only it wasn't Amy at all.

It was our dear sweet six-year-old grandson, Calder.  He would call often.  I loved it.  

He would tell me about a new toy.  Show me what he had just made.  Show me his pajamas.

I looked forward to those calls.

But, alas, school has started and the calls have ended.  He probably will never make those calls on a regular basis ever again; too grown up; but oh, they were delicious when they happened in the Summer of 2020!