tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141810784907213632.post1781202887164711665..comments2023-03-29T01:09:32.041-07:00Comments on Parenthood Path: A World of HurtKristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18148373432867881131noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141810784907213632.post-4941597008683607222010-02-02T06:51:07.632-08:002010-02-02T06:51:07.632-08:00I so know what you mean. At Thanksgiving we were i...I so know what you mean. At Thanksgiving we were in Boston with my husband's extended family on his mom's side. There were 5 little babies this year (first time in about 25 years!) and so they took some group shots with all the babies in their matching bibs. When I was looking through the photos (DH was holding Ellie) I obviously was focusing on her face in the crowd, and she was smiling and looking away at a different camera. I didn't understand why, but my reaction upon seeing her smiling so earnestly (as you put it) was to be sad. Like, I know that she is just a pure little ray of light and for some reason her eagerness made me want to cry, like I couldn't protect her or something and she was just putting herself out there and I felt like she was vulnerable or something.<br /><br />I thought it was a strange reaction, but I guess I was feeling what you described here.<br /><br />Great post!!Leighhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07578872366867741463noreply@blogger.com