Call From My Older Son

Reaching into the atmosphere, hoping to grasp some happiness to help me carry on today. Then my older son calls to tell me my Granddaughter has the chickenpox. We were all so worried and concerned. About ten minutes later my son calls back, laughing like crazy, he could barely talk. Finally getting it out that our Granddaughter doesn't have chickenpox, she had just put dots all over her arms with a red marker and took a picture of them, sending the picture to her mom and Dad at work - saying she couldn't go to school today because she had the chickenpox. When they figured it out after talking to her sister, they were laughing so hard they almost had accidents. A bright, inventive, smart little seven year old. My Granddaughter whom I cherish with all my heart.