I'm not sentimental, you know. I may be emotional, on occasion, but not sentimental. But this made me cry. And if you think that some of it is too emotional, then she's allowed, under the circumstances.
I held out until “I’m telling you now because I’m afraid you won’t make it on time, honey.”
Anyway. This is a forward-thinking blog, which you rarely leave crying.
This afternoon, I visited Weeza and Gus. Gus was on splendid form. Zerlina was the smilingest baby I've ever known, but Gus is at least as happy. He is immensely long, he likes lying on your lap, feet at your stomach, head clasped in your outstretched hands, smiling and 'talking' to you - but he's so long that I can't rest my wrists on my knees and it's quite tiring. When I held his eye contact, he smiled widely, and then when, talking to Weeza, I looked away, he made sounds in a conversational tone, so that I would look back, and then he smiled again. Later, he slept, fed, slept, cried briefly with wind until I put him to my shoulder where he burped, relaxed and slept again.
I spent a lot of the time telling Weeza of the events that I referred to a couple of days ago. A lot of "nooo," "ew," "what?" and so on, and it was ... actually ... very funny.