Life went on hold in a good way last week when my granddaughter was born three weeks before the anticipated date. Kennady Suzanna is beautiful (and I'm not just saying this because I'm her grandmamma). I am not one to hold other people's babies and ooh and aah over them just to be polite--but something happens when I am holding Kennady and I am unable to stop staring at her. Also, I'm finding that becoming a grandmamma I'm not embarrassed about many of the inconsequential blunders of life any more. For instance, sometimes after holding her, then being compelled to give her up for awhile, I would find myself still swaying side to side. Even in public settings. No problem people. You can stare at the crazy lady talking nonsense to a sleeping child or getting excited over flower head-bands, but just know her arms are happy.
I may have to write a grandmother into my next book.
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She is lucky to have you for her grandma! It is fun to read this post, but it was even more fun to hear you talk about last time I saw you. Congrats. You make a beautiful grandma.
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