Oma and Opa were due to arrive in two days, en route home to Canada from San Miguel, Mexico. I point to the bed in the front room and tell you, “This is where Oma and Opa will sleep.” For the next two days, you walk by the room and point “Oma. Opa. Nap.” And everytime you see a plane fly overhead, “Oma. Opa!”.

Suffice to say, you were pretty excited when it came time to actually go to the airport to pick them up. Daddy and I stopped at an Italian restaurant for dinner beforehand. You took two bites, declared “Done” and then “Oma, Opa!”. You ran to Oma at the airport, before proceeding straight to the ‘alavar’  (escalator), Oma’s hand in yours.

We got  home and you were all hugs and kisses for Oma and Opa. Finally! They were ‘home’.

The hard part was waiting until it was birthday cake time. You had been practicing singing Happy Birthday to Opa and Papa for a few weeks now. And here it was… the big day. And Opa and Papa even let you help blow out the candles.

Oma and Opa had to leave three days later to return to their home in Lake Caledon, Ontario. You woke up and they were gone. I asked if you had a good time playing with Oma and Opa. “Oma. WOLF!” you declared, all big-eyed and happy. Yes, your Oma was a Big Bad Wolf and chased you around your castle. You and Oma and Opa had a very good time.  And Opa bought you your very own little suitcase, which we will be packing up in three months to go and visit our Canadian families in July.

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