Go with the girl to the hairdresser, to the shops, marvel at how well she knows exactly what she wants, go with both of them to the small cafe in the mountains where there is no place to sit because of the dozens of motorcyclists who come there on Saturdays.
I still see them at least twice a week, they are still happy to see me and love the food I cook for them, according to their request, and that is also a great joy.