I begin to write this in the final seconds of my first day of my 51 year of life in this very magical life.
I live in the Golden Age of me. I live in a time of healing. My broken mind heals and for the first time in my life I have focus. For the last few days I can't smell anything. I have lost my sense of smell. This might seem like a bad thing but I know it means my mind is rewiring and my sense of smell will return.
I live in a time when my Grandchildren are the sweetest dreams of mine every to spin into reality.
Their wonderful imaginations are in full bloom.
Last week I was with my Grand Daughter and she came into her parents living room wearing a cape made out of a yellow pillow cover. My Daughter-in-Law looked at Cordelia and said;
"Tell Grandpa who you are?"
"I'm Superman Pa Pa!"
I looked at my little Grand Daughter with a smile upon my face.
"You mean Super Girl, don't you?"
"No Pa Pa, Superman!"
She stood there with clenched fists on her hips, legs apart and her chin held high in classic Superman pose. I laughed so hard I almost fell off the chair I was sitting on.
Cordelia looked a little hurt that I laughed so hard. I put my right hand on her shoulder and looked into her blue eyes.
"Grandpa will get you a Superman costume just like the one he got for your cousin Denver."
A big smile came on her face and she gave me a loving hug.
I remembered I once put a gender role on my Grandson on a family trip to the Kansas City Zoo and my son Mark got after me. For a moment I tried to do the same to my Grand daughter.
They are too young for such nonsense and I love both my little Super Grandchildren.