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. 🙂 )