Taking this baby on a tour of all the grandparents has been a tremendously good idea. It’s a ritual, an ablution around the South where as many relatives get to lay hands on the baby as possible. We’ve stopped everywhere, seen everywhere. Baby Amelia has met two great-grandmothers, three great-aunts and uncles, an uncle, both grandmothers, and her grandfather. She’s been to East Texas, New Orleans, Sarasota, and now central Kentucky. By the time this trip is over she will have spent 1% of her young life in the car. I know she won’t remember a thing of it but it’s been so good for her.
Everywhere she goes, the world is filled with people who are delighted to see her. I’m glad that she’s learning that lesson.