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Last week while sitting for both Alfred and Norah, I was lucky enough to have a few minutes with Norah in my room watching cartoons and Alfred and I in the main room.  This afforded me a little time to just deal with one - a luxury in the Manny business. 

When I checked in on Norah she was on my bed sobbing.  When I asked her what was wrong she showed me this picture, that had been lying on the desk waiting to find its new home after the move.  She found it and seemed to be overcome by some emotion.  I asked her why she was crying and she pointed to me and said "Because I love you."  And then she pointed to her mother and said she loved her Mommy, and then she pointed to the present Mrs. Blythe and said she loved grandma and travelled on down and finished off by saying she loved Unkie Brendan.  

As you can tell by now I suppose, Norah is no tomboy, or a rough and tumble girl.  She is all princess, given to drama and quick to tears when it suits her.  Whatever it was about the picture that brought on the waterworks I haven't a clue, other than the simple act of seeing most of her universe in one picture, in a strange habitat, all looking wonderfully younger.  Her world will expand starting this week as she enters kindergarten at a new school.  My babysitting job will decrease by one.  Such is life.  The young expand, the old recede.  Suits me just fine.

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