It was three days since I'd last set eyes on my grandchild and I just could not keep away for another moment. Hannah and I called in for ten minutes after work. It was a lengthy ten minutes. How fascinating this little human being is! And really, all she does is nurse and poo and burp and pull the most peculiar faces. I'm told she cries but, so far, never in my presence.
She is, of course, far more beautiful than the normal run of babies. She is, which goes without saying, already displaying signs of superior intelligence. And, for a creature barely a week old, she is amazingly strong and active and alert.
Am I besotted? I think I must be.
3 comments:
Wow! What a strange coincidence. She sounds exactly like my granddaughter. :-)
Enjoy! Spoil! Grandchildren are your reward for having children.
If one of my three doesn't produce a granddaughter for me, I am not going to be a happy camper. Don't get me wrong, grandsons are wonderful, but I want to dress somebody in pink frillies...
Isn't besotted a wonderful feeling?
And you get to be in that state for
a good long time!
I have experience, you see...as a
great-grandma to my adorable 7 year old Mia! Boo-rah for besotted!!
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