Years from now, we probably won't remember this particular evening. Nothing extraordinary happened, yet, it will be filed away somewhere in our "family night" cache of memories.
Our granddaughters likely won't remember the goofy dances they did for us while their Dad, Grandpa Mike and Uncle Sam were watching football tonight. They won't remember that I read books to them while the three of us sat on the floor in our guestroom. They may not remember that we had a kid menu tonight including tomato soup, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and chocolate almond milk. They probably won't even remember the new princess magnets they got to arrange on our fridge.
When they are grown, though, I hope they always carry a memory of love and joy from being at Grandma and Grandpa's house. That is something I carried from my childhood. Grandpa and Grandpa's house always seemed almost magical to me. It was my favorite vacation destination!
I don't remember every detail of my time with my grandparents but I remember the feeling of being cherished. That is my hope for our granddaughters as well.