As I held my favorite granddaughter

in my arms yesterday, we stared at each other for the longest time. We do this often -- mainly because she likes to see herself reflected in my glasses. But this time seemed to be different than all the others. My glasses were on my desk, so that as her eyes locked on mine she really seemed to be focused on me. And I soon found out why. She rubbed the side of my face softly as I grinned at her and in her sweetest little voice asked the question I always wanted to hear. It went something like this....

Sophie: "Mamaw"

Me: "What sweet, precious, adoring young thing who I love with all my heart?"

Sophie: "Why does the skin by your eyes look like it has cracks in it when you smile at me?"