Wandering beautiful Roman streets with our daughter who has learned them with a baby strapped on, or wheeled ahead across daunting intersections, who chats with merchants in the Italian she is quickly picking up (although not yet giving herself credit for), who has developed a credible, functional map of a city that seems barely intelligible to me yet. (I do love a grid!)
Their sharing allowing for moments like this
I've held both of the "little girls" in that picture, sleeping, many times. And now I'm walking away from so many cuddles and sleeping-baby moments, and I know the baby in that photo is pole-vaulting toward adulthood in ways only we Nana's can understand. I'm trying to figure out what I can rearrange to maximize my Frankie-time while she's still young. Meanwhile, my loves, thinking of you and missing you already and if computer screens really emulated paper, there would be teardrops muddling the ink right here. . .
Xo, nana, Mom....