Now, granted, Grace is five and not yet the master, or rather mistress, of the gab that her Irish heritage will demand of her. There were plenty of questions that I tossed her that allowed her to simply answer "yes" or "no," which was clearly more easy for her. But we talked about school, about her friend Hailey having the same name as her sister Haley ("but it's spelled differently"), about little Sophia getting better at walking ("she can walk from the stairs to the living room"), how much she likes playing games on the computer, and how she warms this teacher's heart by trying to teach three year-old preschooler Haley the lessons she's learning in kindergarten.
When I asked her if she'd been playing out in the snow, she said that no, it was melting now "because spring's coming." So we talked about Spring, which she had clearly been studying a bit in school. I asked her if she remembered last spring, and she said that no, she didn't. I told her that that was understandable since she was still young, but she did say she could remember – and you could hear her smiling – last summer when we all went on our annual trip together to see the Cubs play at Wrigley, and how I was holding her and talking about the game with her. Since she had been playing t-ball that summer, she understood the rules for the first time and was now actually interested in and really watching the game for the first time, at least when you drew her attention to something. Leslie captured those moments with a series of these great shots of us.
So Grace completely made my day (though I enjoyed talking with Leslie about her and Jim's anniversary, too) and I've completely fallen in love with her. Again. I'm getting good at it.