This morning, I attended a seminar at our administration building. I walked past the day care to get to my car, so I could stop in and see Gracie Anna. She was fussing a little when I opened the door, and I paused to observe.
When I say she was fussing, I mean, she was standing on her knees saying “waah, aaah, wah, ugh, waaah!” (loosely translated, it means, “It's my turn to sit at the table and eat lunch!”). She didn't need anything really, she was just feeling impatient because two other kids were already strapped into their lunchtime seats. Not that I would know anything about THAT, but I digress.
When she saw me, Grace immediately forgot about lunch, and waved and giggled and bounced up and down. The look on her face was pure pleasure, and I reveled in it. I grabbed her up, kissed her face all over, and gave her a squeeze. She played with my hair, clapped, and babbled happily. It was heaven, at least for five minutes until I tried to put her down.
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