Me: What are you taking a picture of?
Grace: Betty's thumbs
Me: I look and see how she's holding them
Grace: I do that very thing too...so strange
Me: It is, I don't think I do it
Grace: It must be a comfort thing
I am walking early in the morning and I realize
I am holding my thumbs, both hands, in the very same way
I cannot believe that I have never noticed it before and I never would have without Grace taking the photo
Grace buys me an owl necklace. And then I buy her one. And then she buys me another one. Owls are back in style and I have discovered several around the house left here by Mike from the late 70's. I find a very cool vintage orange one and buy it for Grace. We laugh and promise...no more owl gifts....so strange...
Betty: Poppy I have a surprise for you..close your eyes and come with me
Me: Don't let me crash into the wall
Betty: OK...open your eyes...her mother has given her a box containing all of her baby items (Grace's) which include the outfit she came home from the hospital in, a lock of hair, missing teeth, baby dolls and ....
Me: BETTY...quick! go tell your mother to come here right now!
Me: I pull out...from the bottom of the box of precious items
a tiny brass owl that his been tucked away for 25 years
I think not