I am old and slow. Nothing makes this clearer than my 8 months old granddaughter who periodically decides to escape my care. She makes a beeline for her mother's office which happens to be the master bedroom and the room where she sleeps. She gets an expression of determination and crawls off at a fast pace. If the door is closed, she even gives a knock or scratch or bump to let her mother know that she wants in.
In another month she may be walking, this granddaughter of mine. I don't want to forget these fleeting days while she is still a crawler. She is a character, this little lady. She is a gift.
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