Anya was known "The Incredible Velcro Baby". She would not go to anyone besides me and her dad. Not to ANYONE. When Greg and I wanted to go out, we would leave after putting Anya to bed and the babysitter would sit in petrified silence, hoping she would not wake up. (I love you, my brave sisters and nieces!) When we were at our playgroup, I had to sneak off to the bathroom, my friend trying to block the view so Anya would not notice that I had left.
That's why, when we had a playgroup field trip to the firehouse, we caused a big stir.
Anya would not go to anyone else besides her parents. Except, apparently, to her Uncle Donnie.
Uncle Donnie died unexpectedly last week. I can't get this picture out of my head.
