I am moving a little slow this morning and I feel like I didn’t have a weekend. I was in the office at 5:45 AM on Saturday morning so I could avoid the estimated 10,000 people who showed up downtown for the annual Color Run 5K race. Occasionally I looked down upon the masses from my 11th floor observatory. Thankfully it was a quiet, uneventful morning at work. By the time I left at noon all the runners and walkers had gone home. Soon after I got home I headed for my couch to enjoy a nap. I was deep into dreamland when I was suddenly awakened by my granddaughter jumping on me. She is the only person who can do that to me and get away with it. Everyone knows I dearly love my granddaughter. In a few short weeks she will be ten years old. She is growing up very fast. It is a joy to see her turn into a unique individual but it is also a little sad. Chloe the child is turning into Chloe the soon to be teen-ager. Like most children she is breaking free and trying to assert her independence. This weekend we had a mild confrontation and disagreement. When it was over I felt terrible and I was sorry it happened. I apologized for being grumpy and told her I loved her very much. As always she forgave me and we parted on good terms. As she heads towards the teen-age years I hope I can be patient and understanding of her and the challenges of growing up in today’s world. On many levels she’s had a tough time her first ten years. As she gets older I hope I can be a good listener and counselor.
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