I am not the first nor are you the last child of a child.
Yanked into this world with love you are more tiny and more precious then I could ever imagine and yet contain a love so large.
The hard old soul of me is cracked and washed anew in a baptism of tears so spontaneous I have no idea where they came from.
And now hundreds of miles away from you I cry again to hold you, to touch you, to smell and adore you.
Congratulations!!!
Being a granmother is pretty awesome. Now if I just lived closer!
Will you get to see them this week?
I certainly hope to. Several other things are happening with them, so we’re working on our schedule.