Somebody pinch me. I am simply having a hard time believing she is really here. That vivacious bundle of drama made her arrival here around 10:00 last night, adorned in a purple tutu outfit, her outrageous curls pulled into a lumpy ponytail (from four hours in an airplane), and a bit grumpy because she had fallen asleep in the car. I scooped her up and for a few minutes she was the star of the show until I realized that her mummie, whom I have not seen in four months as well, was standing right there. To look at one is to see the other. Big, big bear hugs were given and off to the bath and bed for the cherub.
Right now she sleeps soundly in another room...a room that Nana had prepared especially for her arrival. She (the princess) gets a room all to herself. It's complete with her crib and a play area with her favorite toys which will seem all brand new to her since her last visit, everything she needs to be comfortable and happy. Doesn't matter that her parents will be sleeping in the garage. What can I say? If the princess doesn't sleep well, nobody sleeps well. On the other hand, I woke early this morning, unable to sleep once I realized I was not dreaming and that she did indeed arrive last night. Now it's a waiting game. I must wait till she wakes because if I wake her, she will be a grouchy princess and her mama, the queen, even grouchier. So the queen mother waits. I must wait to see her smack her little lips as she eats breakfast. She loves her breakfast. I must wait to hear those sentences she is putting together since our last visit. I must wait to pull out the tea set for a tea party. I must wake to get hugs and kisses and squeezes. When I finally do get to do this, I may never let go. I have been known to squeeze her so tight she starts to turn a bit red.
If I seem like a mad woman, it's probably because I am a wee bit eccentric when it comes to my youngest grandchild. Since I don't get to see her that often, I tend to go a bit overboard and definitely do not fit into the "normal nana" range. When most grandmothers see their children and say "see ya later" at the door, they most likely are talking a few days or a couple of weeks at most. When I say "see ya later," I don't usually know when "later" will be. Later could be four months, six months, most of the time I don't know. So as soon as she departs, I start dreaming about our next visit together. Grandchildren are what makes the world go 'round.
Today promises to be a good day. It's a beautiful one, sunny and mild. We are going to the park for a picnic. I go to the park quite often to hike and even take food on occasion, so nothing out of the ordinary there. I will do normal stuff like make beds, do dishes and a couple loads of laundry, and work a little bit. I will prepare food. The sun came up at its normal time this morning and will set at its normal time tonight. Everyone in my neck of the woods will go about their business working, shopping, doing "what day do" on any given Monday.
But me? I'm spending the day with a princess.
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