Saturday, May 29, 2010
She bit into a sandwich, and it broke off. Now she wants to keep it forever.
We call Grammie and Grandad and Gramma and Grampa. "Is Grandad there too?" she talks loud when she's on the phone. "If you come over you can HOLD it if you want," she smiles wide, "Yup." She chatters over to the window, twirls mid-stride, the phone still cradled to her ear. And as she steps out each detail, her smile grows and her voice swings wider and wider. She's all glee.