The reason for my silence
three glorious weeks away meeting this little honeybunch.
At times she sleeps as peaceful as can be
but not necessarily.
Just like her Dad, even in her sleep she can be
A bundle of wriggling muscles.
So serious was she as she studied everything around her.
when I arrived she looked at light and contrast.
By the time I left she was looking at our eyes and faces
and the smiles were beginning to be real.
Tiny hands would wrap into fists
Arms would stretch out relaxed over Mama's shoulders
The yoga ball was used to soother at fussy times.
Both parents would take it in turn gently bouncing with babe in arms.
I didn't trust myself to do that
but could have done with one back in the seventies!
Uncle Brett came to meet his niece.
Handy Hubby became an adoring grandpa.
So many thanks to Mark and Donna for allowing
me to share this precious time with them.