We both just stood there in silence and before I knew what was happening inside of me, a tear rolled out of my eye. The grandpa was just softly tossing the ball back to the little girl where she happily hit it back to him. It was that coveted "moment in time," where time seems to just stop, as I felt witness to a priceless memory. They were both so happy, so content to just be.
Most of us forget that, to just be, as we're racing to just do. I'm guilty of that all the time. Without thinking, I ran to get my camera and very quietly took their picture between the shutters of our window. And then I just stood there, again watching the simple joy of the old and the young.
I went outside, thanking the two of them for playing in our yard. I introduced myself and learned that it was the little girl's third birthday. What a joy! "Poppy" told me all about her and her Mom. He told me about where they walk in the neighborhood and that they always like to stop and play with the tetherball.
I let them be and went back into the house, grateful for the gift they had given me in their own private moment of being. I think that's one of the best parts of being a parent when you're kids are young. They make you slow down; you have to slow down as they can't always keep up. What a lesson that is.