As Greta lay with Seamus nestled near the warmth of her body the other night, I thought this...
There is my grandson... warm and safe... and there is my daughter, warm and safe with her son...
my daughter, who not long ago, was in my arms warm and safe.
Some how, it reminded me of nesting dolls.
And as I type this blog entry, I then think of my own mother, who had her own 2 babies...
NESTING.. get it?
2 comments:
Sandy, this is one of the most inspired posts ever...you slay me, as Auntie Leenie would say!
You sound so joyful! And though it is a long way off, I long to feel what you are feeling one day: to be a granny when I grow up!
:)
Teri
Hi, Nanabanana: I think I still have a set of "nesting chicken" dolls along the Russian style -- if I can find them I'll bring them to the kids in February. I love your insightful sense of images!
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