August 16,
2013
Within two
weeks I will be a happy Grammy – well really 2 weeks and 3 days.
Yes, the day
every potential Grammy can’t wait for … a little bundle of joy that you can
spoil and hand back to the parents. In this case – Meredith and Ben – my oldest
and her husband.
The arrival
is in my thoughts, every day and night – is that overdoing it? I don’t think
so. Am I being selfish? I don’t think so. Am I excited? DEFINITELY.
Friends keep
asking – boy or girl? It might be clichéd but I really don’t care as long as he/she
is healthy. I will be a Grammy no matter what the sex, what the name or who
gets to hold it. The baby is my grandchild. My first grandbaby that will always
hold a special place in my heart.
We will
laugh, giggle, read; garden and cook then laugh and giggle more. Then they will
spend the night or weekend while mom and dad have an evening off. In the
summers, we will camp, catch fireflies, and jump waves.
Ok – stop.
Let’s get that bundle of joy safely into the world first, name the baby, and start
enjoying his/her new family -- Mom, Dad, Shelby, Sherlock and Peanut.
Then true joy
will abound for The Happy Grammy.
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