Thirteen years ago today, an early-morning phone call from my daughter letting me know she was in labour, sent me scrambling to book a last-minute flight from balmy Seattle to frigid Calgary.
I made it in time to be there when my granddaughter was born and I fell in love with her the moment I laid eyes on her. It has been the ultimate joy of my life watching her grow from a newborn to the beautiful thirteen-year-old she is today.
Happy 13th Birthday, Makiya!
You are strong and smart, confident and creative, and the light of this grandma’s life.
(And you are a gifted writer! That gives me a special kind of joy. 🙂 )
I so relate to this! I held my granddaughter when she was an hour old. Placed a crib in my guest room and “babysat” a day a week during her babyhood to tottler-time. I’ve driven her to her ballet practices – for the past eight years. She’s 13 now also! And beautiful and smart and creative, just like your Makiya. Aren’t we lucky? To the bond between grandmothers and granddaughters. <3
There’s something oh-so-special about the grandmother-granddaughter bond, isn’t there? Yes, we are indeed blessed.
Such a blessing! We received news at Christmas that another grandchild will be arriving in early summer!
Congratulations! Such joy!