Playing with Ellie

Ellie Jean is my youngest grandchild; she is 21 months old. Last night, her Daddy (my son-in-law) graduated - magna cum laude, I might add - from BYU-Idaho. We drove up to Idaho yesterday morning to be there for the ceremonies. After everything was over and we were waiting outside for all the members of our party to gather, I took the responsibility of watching and playing with Ellie. Did I mention that little Ellie is a pistol? Or that she is a constant mover and as quick as the proverbial "quick brown fox?" Every time I would let go of her hand, she would take off like a shot, running as fast as she could, laughing and looking over her shoulder to see if I was chasing her. And guess what! I could run and chase her!! I could catch up with her and swoop her up and spin her around and carry her and hold her close. I could hold her hands and jump up and down with her or stomp our feet on the manhole cover to make all kinds of noise. And I could do all of these things easily and without running out of breath or even breathing hard. How wonderful is that?!!!