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Can it get any more precious?

Michael walked out to the car, said to me "I'm going to give her to you, then drive the car around." What? Oh, we were at the airport last night to pick up Beth and Bre. It was late, and you know the airports - they don't let you wait by the curb for your arriving party. So, we were across the street in the waiting lot. He walks over, as I open up the door, he hands me this bundle that turned out to be Lily. Lily was sound asleep. I mean she didn't even feel the cold air when he walked outside. The beauty about little children sleeping so soundly is that you see every little detail of their face, their lips so pressed together, their eye lashes glued against their cheeks, their hair in a tussle. At this moment especially, they are so kissable! As I'm cradling her in my arms she has no idea that I'm holding her. I kiss her forhead and tell Michael how precious everything about her is, to which he agrees, but adds "she's getting so

Motherhood....is so Romantic.

It all starts here. A quiet moment, the smell of baby lotion or baby powder, the warmth and softness of their skin and the fact that their head can rest under the chin with such a perfect fit. Motherhood is a very romantic time. The best times were in the evening,  dinner and dishes done, baby bathed and in snuggley pj's, cuddling, rocking, until their body relaxed into that limp, lifeless, sleeping posture. Their breathing slows and you can just tell they are in for a deep sleep for the night. And, following without a beat, your own spirit settles softly into an "eyes at half mast" feeling. Wanting to wait until you know for sure the angelic being you are embracing is indeed asleep, you wait 5 maybe 10 minutes before arising to lay them down in their crib. I feel very fortunate to be among the elite category of women, those who hold the title of Grandma or Grandmother or Gramma. Whatever you call it, it can also be a romantic time as well. As I watch