Also, slightly less important, I miss my cats.
All in all, however, the past week and half has been wonderful. Staying with Granny and Grandpa M was the best possible decision we could have made. Granny M told me when we arrived that she always offers their home to new adoptive parents, but that lately no one has taken her up on it. Part of me completely understands this - we definitely experienced the impulse to grab our baby and run - but I am so glad we accepted. These are the people who took our baby home from the hospital and loved her until we could get here. They have done such a wonderful job, and the past week I have watched in awe as they have graciously let her go. Yesterday Jubilee was fussing and I picked her up. She quieted and Granny M smiled and said to my mother, "well she sure knows her mama, doesn't she?" If the moment was at all bittersweet for her I sure couldn't tell.
Some pictures for you:
Grandpa and Granny M.
getting ready for bed with Mommy.
and, because there is nothing sweeter:
Her majesty, three weeks old.