During Matilda's short life, it seems like she has traveled to the moon and back. And maybe she has, but there are some people - what feels like a lot of people - that she has not yet met. My papa was one of them.
It was a long day of traveling for my parents, but once they arrived it was clear. Papa was head over heals for his youngest grandchild. While he tried to spend the week making himself useful around the house (or should I say out of the house shoveling snow and breaking up ice), my favorite moments were watching him dance hand in hand with Matilda almost every night before bed.
