Between the celebration of light and Grandpa’s sleepover visit, there’s been no shortage of excitement around here. J was over the moon when she found out that Grandpa would be sleeping in her room in her new trundle bed. Her very first overnight visitor in her new, “big girl” bed! No big surprise that she stayed awake late (hard to wind down after a fireworks night, virgin margaritas and a soft serve ice cream), chatting to Grandpa, who was falling asleep, while she bounced like a monkey in her bed. When Grandpa left the following afternoon, J told me in a sad voice, “I wish Grandpa could move in with me”. Heart. Melting. Love you, Grandpa!