Spent Labor Day weekend in Dallas with the Munchkin and her folks. Greatgram hadn't seen the MP since June and that's just too long. She has grown, though she still seems small to me. She has the most delicate and expressive little hands and tiny feet.
She has the face of a doll and she is already aware of her capacity to charm. In restaurants she flirts with people at the surrounding tables. She blows loud noisy sounds with her dad. She reads quietly with her mom. She looks at every picture on every page. If things get off schedule or if she gets too tired...beware...she does have a very loud capacity for hurt feelings.
Leaving her is the hardest thing to do. Someone said that having a child is like walking around with your heart outside your body. I had forgotten that feeling as my own children grew up and became competent adults. Now I remember the feeling very well.
Yesterday morning she fell asleep in my arms and I put her in her crib to nap. My last sight of her was sleeping peacefully on her side. I wasn't there to see her awakening smile. But I know where my heart is.
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