It is Saturday morning and I am holding Georgia. Sara and Woody are trying to get some sleep. Everything is just as it should be. There are even tree trimmers outside adding to a lovely November day.
This beautiful little one is making faces once in a while. Sometimes she looks surprised, sometimes happy, and sometimes like she's thinking real hard. Thursday Sara said she thinks Georgia dreams and I think we get to share in those dreams through the little faces she makes. What wonderful things she must see.
I wonder what she has to dream about. I wonder if dreams need some experiences to build on. Maybe before we get them, babies are singing with angels and she's dreaming about heavenly things.
Anyway, it is a beautiful baby this lovely morning and grandpa is happy, with a little tear of joy in his eye.
Now, where's my socks?
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