If I Could Relive One Day

I am reliving June 29th, 2014, a warm, happy day. Four of my grandchildren are here, spending a week. They are each in a garbage can filled with water shooting each other with water pistols, and especially loving that they can shoot me. I am grandma, and this is Cousin’s Camp. Rules are out the window. We have been outside, running around screaming and laughing. Cali and Molly are ten and almost nine. Jack and Tony are both seven. We run in to grab up multi colored popsicles; the dog pounces ahead. Grandpa hides in office; a dark room, secure with his ten video screens. Everyone is happy, enthusiastic about the possibilities of this week. My grandchildren decide to make a list of all the things they want to do. Boys are shouting ideas, but the more assertive girls have their own. Girls are the writers, so their ideas are going on first. I relish this week. Knowing that I will have few days this joyful and merry again in my life. I am grateful, angel of death, you allowed me to relive this day. Thank you! I loved seeing the last thing on their list too. Spray Grandma with the hose.