Monday, November 7, 2011
My grandmother said it. My mother said it. I didn't understand until it happened to me. The moment you become a grandmother is nothing shy of miraculous. Eight years ago yesterday at almost midnight, I saw him for the first time. Eight years later I still marvel when I look at him. He is my future.
I could fill pages with the joy he brings me and at the same time, I am speechless.
I have others now—other grands. They, too, fill my heart with wonder.
But he is the first. He opened that portal. He introduced me to that joy.
Eight years and I hope to enjoy many, many more.