My granddaughter is here. In the family room sitting on her high chair eating breakfast. She is in pigtails wearing a frequent grin and seemingly talking to herself and occasionally directing incoherent remarks to me in her little rambling voice. I struggle to understand what her murmurings are. Ah...she asks me if I want some of her cheerios as she grasps her oversized spoon in her hand with milk dripping down her chin and down her bib. She has the biggest most hypnotic eyes I have ever seen and her little legs dangle over and move as though they had lives of their own. Im captivated. Im in love again. I fall in love with her in the morning when I first see her, five minutes later when she hands me a toy for no reason at all, ten minutes later when she grabs my hand and hands me a book and asks me to read it, a half hour later when she tires of hearing me read to her and crawls off my lap, an hour later when she moves the little animal figures up the stairs of her doll house, and on and on and so forth and so forth. I am hopelessly enthralled by this little person who seems to find momentary delight in the littlest things that I take for granted. I did not know little ponies were so interesting. I guess they are. I had forgotten. There is much I have forgotten. My tax returns need to be prepared and filed, but then there is that little grin on that little face that begs for my attention. Where did she come from?
Posted on: Wed, 02 Apr 2014 19:12:11 +0000
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