I’M A GRANDMOMMY!!!!
Yes, I’m screaming! And I’m doing a lot of (virtual) jumping up and down and dancing on the ceiling! Because . . . I’M A GRANDMOMMY!
I haven’t shared before today because I needed permission (I do not want to get banned from baby adoring!)
And know what? He is gorgeous! Beautiful! And BRILLIANT!!!
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And our new little pumpkin looks a lot like this.😀
Want to know what it feels like to be a brand new, first time, week old grandmommy? I can tell you.
It’s like . . .
- Winning the Boston Marathon without running a step
- as you win a jillion, million dollar lottery without buying a ticket
- while winning the Irish Sweepstakes without even trying.
- at the same time as you get the world best, biggest, sweetest, most coveted award for just being alive!!!
Funny thing is, being a grandmommy makes you (me, at least) kind of gah, gah. I find myself holding our little guy close to my heart and just gazing at the boy. Even his cry is music to my ears–except it usually means it’s time for him to eat. Again. :)
I’ve offered to go over in the night to hold him so his parents can sleep, but they haven’t taken me up on that yet. Probably a good thing, too. I think it takes young people to be what a kiddo needs.
Besides, my son and his wife have everything under control. Any question they have, they Google and find the answer. (And since my DIL’s sister is a OB-GYN with a nine-month-old of her own, anything they can’t find, Sister knows!) Need an extra pair of arms? There’s a thing you can wrap all around you and the baby so he’s snugged right up to you and he’ll never slip. Need a place for him to sleep close by but where he won’t get squished? There’s a nest that’ll fit right in your bed where he’ll be safe.
They have all the answers!
At least they’ll be there when he’s ready for them.
One more picture of my first baby boy when he was just three months old.
New babies are God’s perfect gift. I couldn’t be more excited unless I was twins.
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