After spending the whole day at the Easter Eggstravaganza in her school, my younger granddaughter Geet came home bursting with excitement. She couldn’t wait to share every little detail of her Easter egg hunt with me—her Dada Ji.
The moment she walked in, her eyes were shining, cheeks flushed with joy, and she came running straight to me, holding her basket like paper bag with full of colorful eggs like a prized treasure. “Dada Ji! Dada Ji! Look what I found!” she exclaimed, hopping with excitement.
She then sat next to me on the coffee table, pulling out each egg one by one, telling me where she found it, who she was with, and what was inside—some had chocolates, others little toys, and a few even had shiny stickers. Her energy was infectious. I found myself smiling at her animated expressions, the way her hands moved as she explained, and how she kept glancing up at me to make sure I was listening closely.
What touched me the most was not just her joy, but how eager she was to include me in it. She even offered me one of her special eggs—“This one’s for you, Dada Ji,” she said with such sincerity, my heart melted.
Moments like these are priceless. Watching her grow, seeing her so happy, and being the one she wants to share her joy with—this is what being a grandparent is all about.
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