Okay, well, we did become grandparents for the first time on April 17 and the brightness of life has turned up several degrees. So has our busyness as we have put thousands of miles on our car getting our "Dahlia fixes" as often as possible. As we trudge down and up I-5 sometimes two weeks in a row, I have to remind myself to be grateful that our daughter and son-in-law live in LA and not Boston.
Of Dahlia's many gifts to us, one of the most precious to me has been the playfulness that she brings out in me. As a recovering perfectionist, spontaneity is not as natural for me as self-consciousness. But when I'm playing with Dahlia, I really just play -- no thinking, no analyzing, no hesitation. As a result, being with her is wonderfully relaxing.
Perhaps you've experienced the phenomenon of a room full of adults all being thoroughly entertained just watching a baby do the simplest things. Oh, wow, she rolled across the room! Look how she holds that spoon! Aw, she's blowing rasberries at herself in the mirror!
These days I'm just as likely to be blowing rasberries as she is.
