Not long after Mabel was born, her paternal grandmother--known to her as her Nooe--came out to visit and meet her and help out and cook loads of amazing Southern food when her son, Mabel's father, my nice husband, Bill, returned to work. Here they are napping together on the sofa, and Mabel is very very small. As her first birthday starts to glimmer on the horizon, I find I like to contemplate the tiny sleepy baby she once was. So clearly herself and yet so very different from the robust and inquisitive explorer of today.
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