jujube
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.....and Meemaw's back hurts. My granddaughter and my great-granddaughter spent a full week here with us in NC, and went home this morning. It was a 24-hour-a-day pleasure to have them here but an RV isn't an ideal spot for entertaining a 16-month-old (and a very, very active 16-month-old at that) for a week. Anything that can be climbed has been climbed. Any cabinet that can be opened and the contents pulled out has been explored. Any drawer.....well, you get the picture. We've had spectacular leaps off of furniture, we've had numerous tumbles down the steps. The child is a monkey and a thrill-seeker. Nothing is too tall or too deep or too inaccessible for her to reach. She doesn't know the meaning of fear and she's as tough as nails. She fell down at the splash park and got a fat bloody lip and didn't even cry. She just wanted to get back to the water.
I can still hear her footsteps and her squeals and her laughing. I keep turning around expecting to see her. I miss the drooly kisses and the neck hugs. I miss the warm sleepy baby in my lap in the rocker. I miss coming down from the bedroom in the mornings and seeing her grinning at me from her port-a-crib in the living room. I miss the constant yap-yap-yap about everything in general. I miss sitting in the lounger and having her "read" a book to me.
She and the Spousal Equivalent got to be the best of friends. She calls him Papaw now and tells him she loves him. I think I actually saw a tear in his eye once.
Oh, well, I have my memories and my souvenir.....a nice black eye where she nailed me with a toy. I wear it as a badge of honor. Meemaw's Medal of Bravery.
When I see her in a few months, she'll be an entirely different little girl. They grow up so fast. Too fast. If we could just hang on to these precious moments a little longer.
I can still hear her footsteps and her squeals and her laughing. I keep turning around expecting to see her. I miss the drooly kisses and the neck hugs. I miss the warm sleepy baby in my lap in the rocker. I miss coming down from the bedroom in the mornings and seeing her grinning at me from her port-a-crib in the living room. I miss the constant yap-yap-yap about everything in general. I miss sitting in the lounger and having her "read" a book to me.
She and the Spousal Equivalent got to be the best of friends. She calls him Papaw now and tells him she loves him. I think I actually saw a tear in his eye once.
Oh, well, I have my memories and my souvenir.....a nice black eye where she nailed me with a toy. I wear it as a badge of honor. Meemaw's Medal of Bravery.
When I see her in a few months, she'll be an entirely different little girl. They grow up so fast. Too fast. If we could just hang on to these precious moments a little longer.