Today I was separated from the infant for the first time in nine months and three weeks.
The grandparents sat with him while Annabel and I went to the grocery store. It was a quick trip. All I really needed was hydrogen peroxide (for my still-open wound) and some ice cream for a good little girl.
Since the checkout lines were few and long I steared us toward the self-serve checkout with our two items. While I was trying pitifully to scan the barcode of the brown bottle an elderly man in a motorized shopping cart wheeled up behind me.
"May I talk to your daughter," he asked quietly. "I have girls, too," he said, "but they're 14 and 16 now."
He was obviously a grandfather. His name was Tom. It was also obvious that he finds the little ones to be oodles of fun.
Annabel and he spoke for a long time. He asked her age, and what she liked to do.
She told him "people always say 'congratulations' when you have a new baby at home like I do."
He couldn't believe his ears. "Did she just say that? Wow! She's quite a fine speaker."
Of course then she asked him if we were "making his acquaintence?"
I thought he was going to swallow his teeth.
"Well, sweetie, I have to go now but I do hope to see you next time."
"Me, too. Bye."
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Pleased to meet you
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4 comments:
You must be proud!
Oy! How sweet!
That would last me for weeks :-)
she's beautiful and bright.. you must have done something right! here's a long distance hug.. from across many oceans...
Oh, Annabel... A conversation like this would have made my day too. Just beautiful.
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