There are the usual suspects — tulips, tulip bulbs, chocolates — but sitting in the Amsterdam airport, all I really want to find is a bit of my Grandma Elsie. 

She could fall asleep anywhere. Anytime. She could take a nap mid-bake, and never burn the cookies. She could fall asleep while you were taking your turn at the card game or dice game on her kitchen table. Dreaming of becoming a UPS driver, or a girlish romance behind the Alexandria motel, while you strategized, only to wake up and beat you every time. In a chair. On a bus. In a car, (even once while driving us home from Jerry’s Jack and Jill, just after the sugar rush of toasted marshmallows) she could easily fall into complete slumber. While the coffee brewed. After drinking the coffee. During the commercials of Days of Our Lives. She slept. She had perfected the Power Nap before it was even called as such. 

I always envied this ability to let go. This is something I don’t possess. To fall asleep on a plane, in an airport, seems unimaginable. But I am not in discomfort. I am not without rest. I am gathered in. I imagine the flowers on her apron. Were they tulips? Possibly. As I rest in the memory of her welcoming aproned belly, they are tulips. I smile. I have taken my Grandma to Amsterdam, not all dreams require sleep.