I was
walking into a three hour staff meeting Monday morning when I got the call.
"Millie has gotten all dressed up and is calling herself Cece. She has on
her sunglasses, her Easter dress, her tutu with a blouse and a jacket and her
pink shoes." her mom reported.
"I'm
Cece, where's Papa?" she was saying. I imagined her 458 miles away
thinking of us. I could see the twinkle in her eyes, the light way she almost
leaps as she takes each step, and the proud big girl smile across her
face. She is at that wonderful age of
two and a half, full of understanding, repeating everything she hears, and
loving watching each one of us fall in love with her over and over again.
The love
she brings out in each of her parents and grandparents is what I wish for all
children. That they be treasured and
adored.
Later
that night, as I was skyping with her mom, she slipped into the room and curled
up in front of the camera, smiled shyly, waved her little hand and said
good-night, finishing the words with a kiss to the screen as she headed off to
bed. This is love!
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