Chloe is having a wonderful time with her grandparents. It is obvious she brings them great joy.
My Dad once told me he had almost given up on having a grandchild, and that the day Chloe was born was the happiest day of his life. A few days ago I asked him if this having a grandchild thing was all that he expected it would be. He said “Better. Better than I expected.” I can see that he means it. And my mom, well, I’ve heard her laugh more often this past week than I can remember. And that’s saying a lot.
In a perfect world, Chloe would get to see them and her Aunt Katherine much more than the every six months I’ve been able to bring her so far, only three times in her almost year-and-a-half (although my mom did come to Portland right after she was born). I hope to bring her once more before she turns two, while she can still fly free as a lap child. Hopefully we’ll be able to continue the trend, although having to buy two separate tickets in the future will not be easy on our finances. Yet, I can’t help but feel that being with family, and especially this amount of joy, is truly priceless.
Top photo: Chloe getting a taste of Granpa Bill’s ice cream cone from the pavilion in Old Town Alexandria. Bottom photo: Grandma Mai pushing Chloe on the neighbor’s tricycle.