Our Grandlittles live in Ireland now.
I am sooooo not talking about it.
They are far, far, far away.
That particular fact is soooo NOT adorable.
This little story is.
I decided to make Mo, the youngest one, a nightgown.
She informed me on face-time recently that the last one I made her was getting small.
I told her it wasn't the nightgown getting small...it was her getting big.
(did I mention they live far, far, far away now...sniff, sniff)
I told her I would make her a new nightgown.
I asked her Mom for measurements.
She started texting some my way. Waist. Belly. Length.
Then I got a text that read:
"Three inches?" I wondered to myself.
What could possibly measure 3"?
I sent a text back for clarification.
"Smile is 3 inches..." was the text reply from our daughter-in-law...
"When she thinks of you."
A three inch smile when she thinks of her Grandma?
I told you it was adorable.
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