For the last 1,313 days, I have been a Papa. My little granddaughter Hannah was born 1,313 days ago in Colorado. Unfortunately, I live in Georgia. I was unemployed at the time so I was able to see her not long after she was born and I spent a couple of weeks with her. I will always remember the wonderful feeling of having her fall asleep while laying across my chest. I will also remember how hard it was to have to go home again.
I have been out to Colorado to visit on a number of occasions and she has been here in Georgia a few times too. But, until this week, it has been about six months since I have seen her. Thanks to Facetime, I have been able to see her on a small screen but she is often playing with her toys or taking a bath. It’s just not the same as being there.
Today, I got to be Papa in person. We had a great time playing with her Disney princesses, going to the train store (Barnes and Noble), having lunch, and playing cards. I taught her how to play Go Fish and War. (Hannah is extremely intelligent and catches on quickly. I think I may teach her how to count cards and take her to Vegas to play Blackjack.) We sang songs, walked the dog, and never once turned on the TV.
Hannah is a beautiful little girl and I am lucky to be her Papa. I just wish we weren’t separated by 1,400 miles.