This doesn't count as one of the 365 posts, but I found this story so endearing I couldn't help but share it.
I want to preface this by saying that my dad was such hardass when I was growing up, to the point where if his voice reaches a certain decibel, a rush of fear still flushes through my body, even if I'm not the one it's directed at. Grand fatherhood has softened him up quiet a bit though. Below is a story he shared with me today.
(For those of you who haven't been following, Emmy is my step mom, Lisa is my stepsister, and Gia is her daughter, my niece.)
"So because Lisa works Saturday's now, Emmy and I get to spend the whole day with Gia. I'm hanging out in my chair in the living room, watching T.V with her in the crook of my arm and she's making goofy baby faces at me. You know how they do. Anyway so, I'm stretching out the joints in my hand by making a fist, getting the old man blood flowing, and I see Gia make a fist too. She's not even three months yet, so all her movements are sporadic baby movements, but this one was intentional. I make a fist again to see if she'll do it too and she does! She looks at me, and I look at her, and she just starts laughing as if to say, 'Holy crap, Papa did you see me do that?!' It was just a cool thing to watch, seeing the little one suddenly aware that she can make intentional body movements. It was the cutest thing, Jess. I wish you were around to see it."
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