Out in the country.
Like with a jersey cow, a black Labrador and a Green Gables house.
It was lovely.
The best part was watching my friend's dad, who is roughly the same age as my own parents, snuggle with my baby.
It very nearly killed me.
She sat with him in his La-Z-Boy.
He rocked her and told her she is pretty.
And called her a little lady.
I sat across the room and fought back the tears.
It took everything I had not to stare him down like an obsessed fruit loop the entire hour she sat with him.
He caught me eyeing him several times and I had to pretend I was just extra interested in the architecture of their 28-foot ceiling.
I was thrilled that Carolyn got the experience of having a grandpa.
Even if it's not her grandpa.
Here she is (farm ready in her Carhartt overalls):
And a close up of her super-sassy shoes:
2 comments:
Aww. That's so sweet! And I LOVE Carolyn's shoes. So cute! I also wanted to thank you, as I believe that you are single-handedly responsible for doubling, if not tripling! the traffic to my blog! :-) Thanks!
Erin - Anytime! :)
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