Morty and Roseann help us find the perfect tree...
i need to take a moment to talk about what an incredibly lucky new and working mama i am. while i can whine and moan about having to go back to work and leaving eliana, i can sing a hallelujah to the high heavens that i am leaving her with her grandparents who adore her. there is nothing better than watching the way these two people absolutely light up when they see their granddaughter. the relationship is blossoming between the three of them and they are establishing their own beautiful, multi-generational lovefest. i know that even if she doesn't take the bottle and punishes her nana with her cries of protest and angry old man face, her nana will persevere and hold her and love her and rock her and talk to her in that crazy, "mohanna" language that seems to come out of roseann when she speaks to babies and animals. then there's morty and the "up-ies and down-ies", the little standing and sitting routine that he has with the little one. i never see his face as joyous as it is when he's holding and looking at his granddaughter. they make us laugh and fill our lives with so much excitement, these two folks. and to think of the sacrifice they made, of the way they uprooted their east coast lives to live here in this groovy little mountain town with its wild, progressive ways. it takes balls. it takes chutzpah to make a move like that. i am so thankful for their zest and courage and love. and baby eliana has yet to set foot in a day care.
Morty and Roseann help us find the perfect tree...
i need to take a moment to talk about what an incredibly lucky new and working mama i am. while i can whine and moan about having to go back to work and leaving eliana, i can sing a hallelujah to the high heavens that i am leaving her with her grandparents who adore her. there is nothing better than watching the way these two people absolutely light up when they see their granddaughter. the relationship is blossoming between the three of them and they are establishing their own beautiful, multi-generational lovefest. i know that even if she doesn't take the bottle and punishes her nana with her cries of protest and angry old man face, her nana will persevere and hold her and love her and rock her and talk to her in that crazy, "mohanna" language that seems to come out of roseann when she speaks to babies and animals. then there's morty and the "up-ies and down-ies", the little standing and sitting routine that he has with the little one. i never see his face as joyous as it is when he's holding and looking at his granddaughter. they make us laugh and fill our lives with so much excitement, these two folks. and to think of the sacrifice they made, of the way they uprooted their east coast lives to live here in this groovy little mountain town with its wild, progressive ways. it takes balls. it takes chutzpah to make a move like that. i am so thankful for their zest and courage and love. and baby eliana has yet to set foot in a day care.
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