This afternoon, Grandpa and I went outside to play catch in the warm sunshine.
He threw the ball gently, and I ran fast to catch it, my heart beating with excitement.
Sometimes I missed, and the ball rolled into the grass, but Grandpa just smiled and helped me find it.
We laughed when the dog jumped in, trying to grab the ball with his mouth.
Grandpa told me stories while we rested between throws, about when he was young and played catch too.
The sun began to set, painting the sky with pink and orange colors.
We hugged, tired but happy, and I promised to play catch again soon.
Playing catch with Grandpa was the best kind of fun and love all in one.