When my husband and I were looking to buy our first house, our oldest daughter Annie was one and a half, and we looked in lots of towns around the Boston area before we chose the one we did. I mumble the name of the town sometimes when old friends ask me where we ended up, because… we moved to the town I grew up in. It’s a little embarrassing – it seems very small town, not very chic or modern to move back to the town where your parents live. My sister was horrified when we chose to move here. “Seriously?” she’d asked me. “Not even one town over?”
But we did it for so many reasons, and now we love it for so many reasons. But topping the list of the reasons is that we’re down the street from my favorite ice cream store in the world. I have sampled many, many ice cream shops in my 36 years, and nothing compares to the Ice Creamsmith on Dot Ave in Lower Mills. It is the creamiest, most delicious ice cream ever. Maybe I say this because I was brought up on it, and back in the day trips to the Ice Creamsmith seemed rare and extraordinary. Now those same owners who served me my chocolate with bubble gum mix-ins in the 80’s (ah no, no longer my fave) – David and Robyn – know Annie’s order when she walks in the door (except when she decides to change it up and deter from her usual “chocolate with m&m’s”). Soon enough my 2 year old Sadie will have a “usual” and be greeted with the familiar smile too.
So imagine my thrill when I found out David and Robyn were getting a granddaughter! I got to meet her last Tuesday when she was just 2.5 weeks old, and she was a perfect dream:
With Daddy looking on in the background:
Not quite sure what to make of me…
Love feet the size of daddy’s fingers.
A teenie smile for us:
And when she needs soothing, this is her favorite position, on Daddy’s arm:
Thank you for sharing your sweet, sweet new girl with me! Wonderful to meet you guys and her.