Their parents were out for the night. Ginny and I were the senior babysitters. Oh joy!
Ginny and I drove to the storage shed. I smiled the whole way.
“Hey, Mike!” They called from the car. “We’re going to town for pizza.
My three-year-old granddaughter Elizabeth pushed the button on the Tinkerbelle
Ginny and I sat on the deck, like we do a lot, and watched the world flow by.
I wrote this for my wife’s fiftieth birthday.