“Heart Full” or is it “Heartful.” I never felt that as often as I have since Sam was born. The curve of her cheek, the flutter of her lashes as she falls asleep, the cute fanny I get to pat when she is out of her bath, the bubbles we blow at each other when I can stand having that much saliva flying around. The simple things can make me just melt.

Samantha has started grabbing everything. She particularly is fond of my gold necklace that Grammy gave me probably twenty years ago. Makes me miss Grammy, but I smile too, thinking what she would have thought of Sam, how much fun she would have had with her great granddaughter.

So I am thinking of trying to find a surrogate grandfather for Sam, someone who lives locally. I have no idea how to go about this, but seems worth a try. Maybe just call an elder home?