Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Bea came to live with us in September and from the moment she arrived, she knew she belonged to us and that we belong to her.
The thing about Bea is that she literally can not be close enough to the people she loves. Every morning as I deliver David's coffee to him, she races up the stairs in front of me, hops up on our big bed (using the step-stool that is there for this purpose, of course), runs up the length of his body and flops down on his chest, her nose right in his face.
She did this to Anna the other day as we lay on the bed talking. We laughed and I said "Bea doesn't understand the concept of personal-space bubbles." "Yeah," Anna said. "I think she just POPPED mine!"