June 10, 2009

• The Grands

  
  

  

  Gavin was seriously smitten with our friend’s horse.
  He opened and sustained negotiations to buy it
  with three dollars and a wagonful of determination.
  Gavin had already changed the horse’s name.
  (He also dealt with the disappointment of
  not getting his way with manly courage.)

  

  I got to “nanny” Preston last weekend while his Mama
  designed flowers and stuff. 
  It was gangs of fun.
  You can barely see the dimple on his right cheek.

   

  Noah is just too far away for this Nana.
  I want to gaze into those baby blues.
  And feel those teeth.
  And watch him rock and roll.

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