I'm in Charlotte, getting to know Noah
and lending a hand.
The newborn days ... how quickly I forget
a mother's extreme fatigue and adjustments,
a father being spread so thin,
the babe's constant needs to eat and sleep,
plus two toddlers in the mix.
When I arrived yesterday, three-year-old Ari
was proud and pleased to show me their garden.
I rather like these photos of her ...
Plenty of pea-harvesting.
I love how she is already adept at this!
Yes, she was in her swimsuit.
A three-year-old is much too busy to
change clothes as she goes to a new activity.
I suppose most grandmothers take photographs of
their grandchildren's faces.
But I have a thing for the tops of their heads.
So soft and sweet and irresistible.
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| Ashlyn, nearly two. And the newest head of all, Noah Daniel, 5 days old. Oh my goodness look at that hair. I'm in love.  |
My dad, who lives in Nashville,
is declining bit by bit. I'm trying to focus completely
on my grandchildren, but a portion of my heart is with my dad.
It is very hard to feel pulled, physically and emotionally,
in several directions.
Today, Lord. Give me strength only for today.
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