Every night when I leave my grandparents’ house, I tell them good night and that I love them. When my grandfather responds, he also tacks on “and watch out for the little deer.” I can’t remember exactly when he started telling me that, but it’s become a part of our routine. Very rarely has he not included this as a part of our nightly ritual and while driving home this evening, I thought about how much those simple words mean to me. Last summer, we almost lost my grandfather and he continues to battle serious illnesses so I look upon every day with him as a gift not to be taken for granted. Hearing his words means that we’ve been blessed with another day together.