by Paula Mathews

Created on: May 19, 2009   Last Updated: May 21, 2009

An Evening with the Swamp Girl

It was a typical day in the swamp. The sun was shining, the bugs were flying and crawling, the ducks floated along the pond as a slight breeze gave sail to their feathered majestic bodies.

By late afternoon, my tummy was grumbling and thoughts of food started darting through my head. I had already begun the events of preparing a comfort food meal when the phone rang. Caller ID indicated it was my oldest son Jeff, father of two of my grandchildren PJ and Logan.

Trying to decide whether to answer the call as it continued to ring, I contemplated letting it go to the answer service and finishing the tantalizing process at hand. Even though food, and eating it, is one of the only pleasures that I enjoy on this planet, I answered the phone.

Much to my surprise it was my youngest and only granddaughter, Logan. The sound of her voice as she said Hi grandma made me feel happy and renewed all in a matter of seconds. That in its self is an amazing thing that I hope everyone gets to feel more than once in a life time.

Logan explained that her Daddy and PJ were going to ball practice, and she wanted to come over for a visit. Delighted, I hardily accepted the opportunity to spend time with such an awesome soul.

As I drove to our agreed pick-up point, I thought about how happy Logan was going to be when she found out what was for dinner: roasted turkey breast, mashed potatoes and gravy, cranberry sauce, and chocolate chip cake for dessert. Of course at this point I realized that I had planned her favorite meal before she even called.

When I arrived at our pickup destination, Jeff and PJ were sitting in the truck, while Logan was balancing with one leg on the fire hydrant. She is always practicing gymnastics; she is on a team that meets once a week.

We greeted each other with open arms and big hugs. Her smile stretched from one ear to the other while those beautiful teeth beamed in the late afternoon sun. I greeted my favorite boys in the truck with the same thrill and Jeff reminded that Logan had homework for a spelling test the next day. With the spelling word list in pocket, we made our way back to the swamp to chow down.

Almost immediately Logan inquired about the contents of the impending dinner. Before I could get out the answer, she was saying yum, grandma thanks that is my favorite meal! We both smiled from ear to ear.

We savored the meal and had seconds on everything. Of course we were

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