17 Weeks

We have had an emotional morning. Well, maybe more so for MOM than Emerson. Emerson's morning was flawless. She ate exactly on schedule with no fussing, and went to sleep for her morning nap exactly on schedule with no fussing. And as I type, she continues to sleep well past her (usually) 30 minute minimum.

The emotional parts came before and during her nap. Pre-nap, we spent some time in her room dancing to a little Jack Johnson. Who wouldn't be in a good mood after listening to some Jack J? Anyway, sometime around our third dance or so, I noticed Emerson really looking at something. I turned to see what it was, and saw that the framed photo of her Grandma Vicki had caught her eye. I stopped dancing and held the frame up for her to look at, and told her, "This is your Grandma Vicki." Em immediately smiled at the photo. We shared some time just looking at it, and I kept telling her, "That's Grandma Vicki." It touched me how she responded to the photo of the grandma she'll never meet.

During her nap, I had the opportunity to call Andrew, Em's godfather, who is living in Virginia Beach for a short time before moving permanently to South Africa. He is unable to attend her baptism, and wanted to talk some things over before writing a piece that he wants read at the service. What a beautiful heart he has, and I'm glad Em will have him in her life.