The Little Red Car

In front of me, every time I sit down to write is a little red car that no one will ever drive. No other possession bigger or smaller warms my heart more than thinking about how the little car traveled home in my leather purse.

He gave me the little red car, maybe in the hope of seeing it again when he comes to visit grandma. We spent that day playing and laughing hard.

He is only eight, but he likes to challenge me by playing games or racing around in the yard. His beautiful eyes look at me with unconditional love. He is pure and innocent.

It warms my heart to know he feels so comfortable when I grab him in my arms. He always fights to get out of my embrace just because he is playful and full of energy.

I’m not sure why he keeps giving me toys to take home. Could it be a bond of collaboration or preparation for the days he comes over and stays?

I may not know the reason, but I’m sure of one thing, he loves to sit very close to “Abuela” so she can watch him play his video games. I love him so much; it’s so hard to explain the bond between us that is even stronger than the bond of blood.

I enjoy these moments when we can be together. Even when my grandson grows older, for me, he will always be the sweet little kid the Lord sends us to Love.


“Nothing lasts forever,” we often say when we are under stress. I’m glad that it is true even when the phrase sounds like a cliché. Would you have envisioned the hard situation turn into a blessing when your tears covered your eyes and you were about to lose your mind?

Thoughts of confusion, feelings of sadness, and deep depression were in the place of celebration. It was painful; no need to fan the flames. It made it almost unbearable. Nights of sorrow and many prayers gave us hope for a positive outcome.

A tender soul opens his eyes to the sun for the first time, but it was too strong to stare. I’m glad today you are strong, your face is now covered with a smile where once was the pain. I praise God that the phrase is not only a cliché but this year is our reality.

Soon we will celebrate the day you came to this world to complete our family. I love you more every day. You look like your father and your grandfather when they were your age, although your hair is red. Keep growing healthy, little fella, the best of you lies ahead.

We will watch you every step and cover you with a blanket of love and prayers that will last for eternity. You are dear to our hearts and a fulfillment of God’s promises that are yes and amen. He changes our sadness into dance and our trial into triumph.