Seems it never rains in Southern California
Seems I’ve often heard that kind of talk before
It never rains in California, but girl, don’t they warn ya
It pours, man, it pours

As I mentioned in one of the last posts California is having a drought.

However, water isn’t what this post is about at all.

This post is about the Sunny days.

Sappy , sentimental, slightly left of center GiGi is writing this one while that other Kathy is off drinking her coffee.

Today Sunny is one week old.   I’ve been able to hold her and kiss her sweet baby head every one of those days.    I can’t think of anything I’d rather be doing.

As I sat rocking her yesterday, her little blue eyes open and looking at her world, I welled up with tears thinking about not being with her.

I shook off those blues and brought myself back to the present so I could memorize and store that precious moment.

These memories will have to  last until the next time I see her.    I wish I could bottle the baby smell or find  some lotion that mimicked the softness of newborn skin.

There are no words to describe the feelings when I’m with her.

Leaving her, leaving them….. will be hard

That is where the lyric “man it pours” will come in.   The tears will pour as they always do when I leave my grand-kids after a visit.

Then I’ll bring out that other Kathy and get on with it until the next time.

Sappy Sentimental Kathy is hard to live with on a daily basis.   It is a good thing that she lives in the background most of the time.

These Sunny days have been precious.

Precious and few (another old song, anyone remember?).

Precious and few are the moments we two can share
Quiet and blue like the sky I’m hung over you…

For now though,I will savor each and every moment I have with her and I’ll look forward and plan for the next time I can hold her.

Stay tuned….. ( We will return to our regularly scheduled sarcasm after the tears dry)