I was in the kitchen cleaning and the house was relatively dark and silent as the clock inched toward 9. I thought I heard Miss A say something and when I stopped to listen I realized she was softly crying. I went down to her room and sure enough I found her sniffling and gently wiping her eyes.
“What’s wrong Miss A?” I crawled into her little twin bed beside her, not knowing what to expect.
“Daddy told me something that was so sad but beautiful it made me happy cry. I’ve never happy cried before.” She smiled at me and wiped at her damp eyes with the back of her hand.
I’ve never heard her use the expression happy cry but that tugged at my heart like you wouldn’t believe.
“What did daddy tell you?” I stroked her hair and leaned in close.
“I told him I didn’t want to be a grandma because he won’t be around any more and he told me, ‘Some day when you’re a grandma and you’re sad and missing me, turn your face up to the sun, close your eyes and remember how much I loved you when you were a little girl.'”
And then we both snuggled up under her pink comforter, happy crying together.