Grampa called out to Emma. “Emma, come here. I need to tell you something.”
Emma came into the living room and sat on the floor. “Yes, Grampa?” she said, “What do you need to tell me?”
“Do you know how much I love you, Emma? If you took a measuring cup and measured out the entire Lake Ontario, and you measured out how much I love you, there would be more water in my love than in the lake. If you were to count out each leaf in a forest, and you were also to count out each way I love you, you would run out of leaves long before I ran out of reasons. If you were to count all the seagulls in all the beaches of the world, and also count the number of times I’ve been thankful you were born and you are happy and healthy you would run out of birds before I had even begun.”
Emma smiled at him. “Grampa, I know all that,” she said.
“Yes,” Grampa said, “But I still need to tell you.”
Written at the Ontario Beach Park pier on 9/6/15 for a man who told me: “Write me a story about how much I love my Granddaughter.”
002 The Measuring Cup (Downloadable mp3 – right click the link and choose “Save Link As…”)