I am going to start with the end though, with the ME. I am sitting on the deck of our hotel room, listening to the ocean sounds and drinking Pedroncelli Mother Clone. (If you don't know Mama Clone as we like to call her, you are missing out.) Anyway, I am blissful.
This is my view.
This is my sea salt.
I love it.
It is crusted onto the balcony which is hosting my glass of Zinfandel.
Anyway, this isn't what I was supposed to be be writing about. I wanted to talk about this:
HOLY GUACAMOLE Y'ALL.
Grace is standing in a real pool all by herself. Sure, it is the shallow end, but that officially makes her 3ft and 1 entire head. Which is official BIG GIRL territory.
And while I blurred out her pretty little face so you can't really see it, you should have seen her smile. The realization that she has met some sort of metric milestone. That she could be in the water and still be in control.
The realization that she was BIG.
After that moment, she asked me to carry her to the fountain in the deep end.
As we swam, I told her that she would always be my Baby.....
And then brought her back to the shallow to tell her she would always be my Love, my Baby, even when when she was BIG.
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