I was reading an article somewhere and it was talking about how some children never get told how much they are loved. Or praised for doing things, or even read too. That makes me sad. I always make a point of praising the grandchildren for even the little things; seeing their faces light up makes me so happy.
Playing pretend with the children is always a hit, and I always read with them. I just can't imagine not telling a child you are related to that you love them. Those three words "I love you," is such a simple thing to say.