Whenever I walk into a room where my granddaughter Emma is playing, her eyes light up, she runs toward me and gives me the biggest hug. Then she takes my hand and brings me into her world. Sometimes she teaches me how to bump down the stairs on my backside and sometimes she shows me her newest toy. She lovingly gives me the masterpieces she has created in crayon but she gives me much more. It is those eyes . . . the eyes that light up when I enter the room. There is no love as pure as a child's love. Thank you Emma. You give your Granny B so much joy. 
