It occurred to me this morning that there’s a possibility I may not see my granddaughter again.

Sobering.

But possible.

A bright-eyed, bouncing bundle of intellect, packaged in the loveliest presentation imaginable.

Oh sure, she’s got her quirks.  I didn’t say she was perfect.  She’s an absolute joy though.  I treasure every moment we’ve spent together.

She’s new to our realm, you see.  Her mom married our son last year and brought this 7-soon-to-be-8 year-old into our lives.

We have an open arm policy in our house, you see.  We accept steps as our own, we treat them equally.

But it seems that the marriage might not last… or it might.  We’re not privy to the details until the decision is made.

Over the last 5 weeks, we’ve spent extra time with this joyful gal.  We’ve had sleepovers, we’ve gone shopping, we’ve had swimming fun, we’ve had a few minor tears and we’ve had a lot of conversation.

This child even went so far as to mention that we wouldn’t be family if the marriage broke up, to which I retorted “too bad, we’ve adopted you, so you’re always family.”

Now I see why that option was presented.  Sometimes the kids know before the adults.

So pour me a full and overflowing glass of water today, please!  I want to watch this beautiful girl reach her full potential.