I just spent a lovely weekend in the White Mountains with my friends, Phil & Cedar. I am so bleesed to have such friends; they love me unconditionally, even when I'm being stupid. Spending time with their young family can make me long for small children underfoot again (mine are 16, 14 and 9). I enjoy hearing the baby laugh - to him, everything is funny and everyone is on this earth for his pure enjoyment alone! My favorite time with him is when he's getting sleepy - I love the warmth he generates, his baby smells, and the wiggling as settles into the careless sleep of a baby without a care in the world. I can't have more children, but at this stage of my life, I'll take a weekend with Da Yo and be happy with it.
The girls - man, that littlest one - I could listen to her talk for hours! She's so imaginative it's scary! She has conversations with Barbie as if she were talking to an adult. The middle daughter is a scream! She has a reason for everything! She, too, is imaginative in her conversations. The oldest is so smart - she's got more knowledge and is more well spoken than most 7 year-olds I know. She also has the knack to ask questions that cut right to the chase! :)
Each weekend with them is like a balm for my soul. Even with their four children and my 9 year-old, it's a nice, quiet, chaos! I fill my need for another baby and have a chance to spend time with three intelligent adults, while my daughter has the experience of having three little sisters that just adore her! My daughter is patient - sometimes, though, you have to remind her that they're little girls and they love you. She manages to give each 'sister' their own time with her one on one which is amazing considering her age and the gaps in ages (the girls range in ages from 3-7). She also manages to communicate with each sister on their own levels. I'm amazed at the whole group of them!
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