morning, sunshine.

This morning, not too long after the sun rose in the sky,

I crept into my parents’ bedroom, and placed the baby in bed, nestled in between her Bubbie and Zayde Bear.

From my room I can hear giggles and squeals escaping from the doorway,

“You are my Sunshine”,

an impeccable Grover impersonation,

and more “I love you”s than I can count,

wafting through the hall.

This is lovely.

This is bright.

This is what I used to do with my grandparents.

This is what life is all about.

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  • Sharla
    August 28, 2010

    I love this — this is exactly what happened our house. My granddaughter Ryan, 3, hanging out in my bed at the shore with her Aunt Hope who is pregnant and looking at pictures from the ultrasound of HER baby girl. I just said … “Next summer, Ryan, it will be you and me with another baby girl!” That IS what life is all about!

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