Dearest little one,
When your mommy and daddy first got married it was my hopes that they would take a while to have children. I had hoped to have my time to “play” for a while longer. I wanted to be free to ride my motorcycle and travel when I want and do grown up things that I love before doing child related things again like I used to do when your daddy was young.
God has a way of
taking care of things even if a person thinks they are not ready.
God makes things work and he shows us that everything will be okay.
And if we pay attention and look and listen, we will learn to know
God’s blessings.
When your parents came back from their
honeymoon, they soon realized that they had already made you and
you would be here in nine months. It was a surprise for me, one
that I had wanted to delay. Suddenly, things began to change for
me. Changes in how I thought and what I thought about. I found
myself wondering if you were going to be a boy or a girl,
what colors was your mommy going to paint the nursery, did she have
any preferences. Was there anything I can do for
her?
When I found out you were a boy, my thoughts went to making a special quilt just for you. Then in my mind, there seemed so many things to do and take care of before your arrival. As delays came along and your time came near, I realized that I must get busy and put a rush on things. Your quilt was made with lots of love and was finished just a week or two before your arrival.
Your arrival came earlier than expected. Everybody was preparing for the family’s Fourth of July gathering and celebration. But the night before, I stayed up late, right into the wee hours of the morning of the 4 th . That’s when I got the tearful phone call from your daddy. I thought something terrible had happened until he finally eased out the words; “you’re a grandma.” My heart leapt with joy and tears ran down my face. Later that day, after noon, your grandpa and I rode to the hospital to see you and your parents.
You were
perfect, a beautiful, perfect baby with all your fingers and toes.
Your head was a perfect shape; you were not skinny, nor pudgy-just
perfect. I had not held such a tiny baby in so
very long, but your daddy picked you up and handed you to me and
then the memories suddenly came back to me and I knew just how to
handle you. I easily cradled you in my long arms. And the love; I
could not have imagined there was so much love left inside of me to
give. My love for you just came pouring out and I cried and cried
because you are so precious to me. That and you looked a lot like
your daddy and me in our new born baby
pictures.
Now that you are home from the hospital and settling into a
routine, we visit and just love to hold you and love you. You are
very special to me and I will always love you so much more than you
will know. I pray for God to look over you and bless you and to
always keep you safe.
