Salad, bread, cake.
See how yellow my lovely egg yolks are? And that Challah- that is the risingest bread recipe ever. No matter how many times I make it, I am astounded at how incredibly risen it becomes. I usually bake two loaves of regular bread on that baking sheet but the Challah fills it up with one loaf. And the cake? Ah. I hope it's good. And that, my friends, is a Pink Perfection camellia in the center which is exactly what this girl looks like.
Those cheeks! Could you die? Lily said that when the doctor was over today, they were talking about milk supply, etc., and the doctor said, "Well, she has some reserves."
Of course I only made all of that food so that I could have a good reason to go over there and love on that baby. Nothing makes me happier than holding her and then lying on the bed with Lily while she nurses and then, after Magnolia is asleep, stroking her and holding her little finger. The softness. She got her first sponge bath today and her hair is like silk if silk was like newborn hair...
I had to pull myself up and away this evening because Lily's bed is so comfortable and I could have easily drifted into sleep myself. I cried a little bit, watching this baby breathe.
"Are you crying?" Lily asked me.
"Yes. Just a little," I said.
"Why?' she asked.
"Why?' she asked.
"You know why," I said.
And she does.
I am so amazed at how each subsequent grandchild folds him or herself into my heart, nestling into a completely new place, all his or her own. It's very much like having my own children. Each one came with all the love. Each one made a place in my heart I did not know I had.
And speaking of which, I miss my August tremendously. His other grandparents and auntie and cousins are visiting and we are all so busy. But Jessie sent me this today.
I swear- his name should be Gleeful McSmiley. He seems so grown-up now, doesn't he?
And so it's been a good day. I got a lot done and my friend Liz came by and we traded our New Year's presents. I gave her the traditional Virgin of Guadalupe calendar and she gave me this.
It thrilled me so that I shrieked a little when I unwrapped it. And you know she'll be in a prominent position all year 'round, hanging out on the little shelf above the sink with the Seminole Indian dolls and the mermaids.
Now I'm going to heat up some soup and bread I made last week. I'm too tired to cook anything new for us and besides, we need to eat that up. It's about time for Garrison to do his "It's been a quiet week in Lake Wobegon" and I want to hear it. He is retiring soon and I will miss him so. My Saturdays will not be the same. His voice is such a peaceful part of my weekend routine.
Change is hard. And speaking of which- I got to change Maggie's diaper this evening. It's been a long time since I've changed a little girl's diaper. Seemed pretty familiar, though. I think I could probably change a diaper in my sleep, a talent I developed early in my life. And it seems like I could probably make the Traditional Postpartum meal in my sleep by now but I still drag out my old recipes so that I don't forget anything. That, too, is part of the tradition.
Let's all sleep well, my friends. And please- let us all have sweet dreams. Dreams of kisses and soft baby heads, dreams of hand-holding and lover-face-stroking and Pink Perfections. Let us dream of light and hopeful things. Let us dream of love.
Yours Truly...Ms. Moon