Friday, July 9, 2010

For the Granny Withers, God Rest her Soul...

There is an old wives tale in my family - handed down from my Great Grandmother Withers - that says you can spot a happy, content, relaxed baby by how he sleeps - arms stretched above his head, legs extended, completely and totally relaxed. Like he's remembering what it was like to sleep on all those clouds in heaven, or something. He doesn't always sleep like this, no, but when he does, I can't help but to remember that sentiment and smile.