Five-month-old Fiona is marking this quarantine’s passage of time with particular pangs to the heart. “What’s a few weeks?” we think. Well, a few weeks for a baby is a significant percentage of her life so far, filled with significant change. Fiona’s face and body are changing quickly; her brain’s absorption of the world around is expanding like mad. She reaches and grabs things; her eyesight is almost as good as an adult’s now; she expresses great volumes of communication with new squeaks and coos and has discovered endless fun in making this spitting noise with her pursed mouth, blowing raspberries with serious purpose.
Basically, she is a different person now from the one I spent a week with a month ago. Jonathan and I are like crazy idol fans when we spend video time with our granddaughter – our tiny celebrity. We laugh at Fiona in delight; Nellie and Mike laugh at us in amusement. We love seeing her, but we ache for more – to heft her weight, kiss her belly, smell her soft hair, grab her little feet, sing to her and make her smile. Yes, yes, I know. All in good time, but baby time is so condensed! It’s hard to see it fly by.
Tessa made Fiona a piano hat in baby size, and sent a screen shot of Nellie and Fiona, modeling Tessa’s design. Oh dear three girls! Can you feel my arms around you?
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 234: 239 words, TOTAL = 38,346; 21,654 remaining
Robin Clifford Wood is a writer and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband and dogs, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her grown children and their multi-species families.