She comes int the grandmother's house with her mom and dad. Her dad sets her down and it is obvious that she had been sleeping as pudgy fists rub at her green eyes. Her mom pulls off hat and jacket while the grandmother waits patiently. This little one is not to be rushed into social interaction. She buries her face in her mother's sturdy leg, wrapping herself in the safety of her of her mother's nearness. She peeks shyly then darts her head back against the sheltering leg. Her fine, brown hair is charged and wispy around her like a halo. A thick fringe of dark lashes brush her high pink cheeks. Then she looks up and a smile crinkles her toddler face. She looks like happiness personified. She lifts two arms to her grandmother who scoops her up in a bear hug. "Gramma's house!" she announces. Let the fun begin.
It's been a while since I have posted anything and even my reading your posts is falling by the wayside. I am in Florida now. I have a yard where little attention was spent on landscaping for the past years so I am slowly and (somewhat) methodically addressing that. I also volunteer to work at the pollinator garden and the edible garden I helped install at the UU grounds and I took over the volunteer job of cleaning out the overgrown community garden by my neighborhood mailboxes. The neighbor who was doing that got sick and could no longer attend to it. It's a bigger job than I'd thought at first -- not only overgrown with weeds, but the plants that are wanted there are in life and death competition for each others' spaces. And two walks a day, morning and evening, so Levi can keep up with addiction to canine social media and a daily rousing came of stick or ball midday take up another chunk of my time. I have a weekly meditation group that I co-facilitate, and my own ...
Then she looks up and a smile crinkles her toddler face. My favorite line.
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