Awake

The Former Youngest Pays Homage to the Current Youngest

This weekend I spent with my nieces Adalie, Kylia, and Zo-Zo. But Maddie Mae was there, too, in song, and in the form of a baby doll (which was later named by the former youngest to the youngest-est's first and middlest given names).

It's true! For, I tell you truthfully, when I came down to breakfast on Monday morning, I overheard Zoie singing a song about how much she missed her bebe cousin, Maddie Mae. (For, you see, they had bonded, previously.)

Which is fitting, you should know, because the former youngest, I believe, was primary inspiration, for the current youngest to be conceived. (Which, of course, I say as the sweetest form of praise.)

Two peas in a pod, with sunglasses donned, they will meet again where the sun DOES shine and the waves gently tumble onto pristine sandy beaches, in the presence of loving family: a joyful reunion and celebration of growing up, togetherness, and, of course, sunshine.

Until they meet again, the former youngest will sing of the current youngest, and the latter will teethe, and learn to crawl, and bend the dog to her will, and entertain her mommy and daddy, and joyfully enter the minds of all who are presently parted with her—but only geographically. For in our minds and in our songs and in our hearts does Maddie Mae enter in and smile gleefully.

Love to Maddie and Zoie, Adalie Grace, and Kylia: the darlingest of nieces.

Happy Tuesday.