Saturday, October 20, 2012
Pure and Precious Moments
After spending a few hours playing with Kennedy, as well as cuddling her, feeding her, bathing her, and kissing her a thousand times over, here I sit, writing in my daughter's home. Happily babysitting. The only sounds, other than the clicking of the keyboard, are ones of breathing. Here in the family room, mine, and those of the two dogs curled up on their cushions before me. Via the baby monitor, those my granddaughter makes while sleeping upstairs in her crib. Feeling blessed to be passing my Saturday night this way. With a full heart, experiencing life's most pure and precious moments. Smiling as I consider how amusing it would be trying to explain this to my younger self.