Happy Birthday, Makiya

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. 🙂 )

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I’m a writer, reader, photographer, and gardener. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things.
4 comments
  1. 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

    1. There’s something oh-so-special about the grandmother-granddaughter bond, isn’t there? Yes, we are indeed blessed.

  2. Such a blessing! We received news at Christmas that another grandchild will be arriving in early summer!

    1. Congratulations! Such joy!

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