She's due to arrive in 2 weeks.  I know they rarely arrive on time, but even if she's a week or two late, it seems like too soon.  Too soon for her mom to be a mom...19 is still such a babe.  Too soon for me to be a gramma...41 is such a youngster.  So much too soon for us to have another hungry mouth in the house.  Too soon, and yet...

 I dreamed about her.  In my dream she had long, curly brown hair.  She was looking in the other direction, but I could see her curls in the sunlight.  She smelled like sheets dried on the line.

 She may have board straight hair and smell like spit-up.  She may be bald and smell like Play-Doh.  I know it won't matter.  Our family has changed, and will soon change again.  My hope is that we'll work together and help each other for a while, and we'll all love each other enough so that even a brunette in a family of redheads will always know she's in the right place.