The other day, I sat in the living room quietly when I heard the WhatsApp video chat ring from my phone.
My heart skipped a joyous beat when I saw my two-year-old granddaughter was calling.
I answered but could only see a portion of Addy’s face as she held the phone askew.
She listened as I talked about the hearts on her shirt, her cute button nose, and her beloved dog. Then I heard her father in the background.
I said, “Ryan, thank you so much for calling. You know how much I love talking to Addy.”
He smiled.
“I know Madelaine’s working. I forgot you were babysitting.”
“No,” Ryan said. “Fathers don’t babysit. When they watch their children, it’s called parenting.”
I nodded my head in awe.
Never before had my son-in-law seemed so wise.
