Baby Val ate a bit of supper. Her Mom and her Grandpa spooned good stuff into her little mouth, now enhanced with two teeth and one more on the way. She sat in the high chair and fussed a bit. She had had her milk, her food, her entertainment.
"I'll take her," Grandpa Ed said. Soon Val's eyelids drifted shut. Then, eyes wide open, she would look at Hannah or Mom, almost as if startled. Finally, she gave in to sleepiness.
Cradled in Grandpa's arms, Val took one of those naps that most adults envy. Ed held her close and watched her sleep.
Copyright 2012
Wanda Hayes Eichler
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