Grandgremlins

Christmas this year turned into unadulterated Baby Worship. There was Cameron in the flesh, and the promise of another sweet warm baby to come. John and I were tired by the time the 25th rolled around, having worked brutal non-stop retail right up to the last minute Christmas Eve. But what I'm finding is that Baby Worship doesn't take much energy. No doing, just a lot of being. You can't worship a baby unless your attention is completely focused on said bundle. It's all about the connection ~ through your hands, your eyes, your voice. Every time I'm with Cameron, I'm transported back to that magical world I discovered when I had Heather ~ the world where everything you're doing has meaning, feels totally natural and right, and is the culmination of all the skill sets you ever learned or knew innately.

So I'm enjoying our three grandchildren ~ two little girls from afar, and one big boy right here on the street where I live. And come the end of June, there will be another sweet bundle down in North Carolina to cuddle and get to know.