All three of us were having so much fun cleaning the toys and high chair. I looked over at Jamie and commented that I didn't expect it to be so much fun. It wasn't a chore at all, and wasn't one bit depressing- despite the fact that I thought we would need some of these things for our own baby by now. Maybe it's because I am so happy that my friend gets to be a mom? Maybe I have been blessed with grace? Maybe I've finally accepted that things are different for us? Different, hard, but we also have so much good.
Griffin was so interested in the baby--he wanted to feed her and was hoping that she could come play with him outside some day. But, after a while, you could tell that sharing his toys--and attention--was getting a bit old.
We offered to keep her longer, but apparently her parents like her too much! :)
P.S. I think my husband has nice legs.