Michone and Adam visited us Sunday through Wednesday of this week, brief and busy, but it was good to have them here for as long as they could be. When we lived in California, Michone and Adam lived there too, for a while, and I came to know and love my sister and her husband in a way I never did growing up, with our space sharing issues and sibling rivalries. Knowing her as an adult is even more fun than knowing her as a child, and I can appreciate her hard-working, good humor, ways even more now. However, all of that just makes living two states away from her that much harder, and I miss her in a way that hurts when it’s been too long between visits. Now that she has Genevieve, and her life is so different, so changed from the time we spent gardening in 103 degree heat in Cali, I feel like I am missing a vital stage of her evolution. She is, of course, a fantastic, sympathetic, and pragmatic mother. I enjoyed watching her in action, even though I was glad it wasn’t me waking up at 4 am to feed a miserable baby.
Genevieve is lovely, a little pocket sized chunk of sunshine. She laughs and smiles at you and it just squishes your heart a little.
She also cries like no other baby I’ve ever heard. She doesn’t squawk, like most newborns; she mourns. She has this way of grieving the fact that she is hungry by collapsing into weeping sobs.
Since she is so happy otherwise, It makes me wonder if she didn’t inherit her mother’s hypoglycemia.