Jacob

    

    So if this blog is based on the events preceding a photo where do I begin describing a photo of my first grandson?

    Do I begin with the birth of my only daughter in 1988 and the moment my heart was filled with a fierce love I previously had not known existed?

    Or do I skip ahead to the time she was a toddler and I told her I had eyes in the back of my head? She believed me.

    How about the time she asked if there was really a Santa Claus and cautioned me that she wanted the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. So I told her and she cried, "Momma, why did you tell me?"

    Then there is the fond memory of buying her a Beagle puppy and putting it in the bed with her early on the morning of her birthday. She woke up to puppy kisses and we loved that dog for almost sixteen years.

    Close behind that comes the memory of the time I held her in my lap and told her that her pony had a broken leg and needed to be put to sleep. I don't know which one of us cried the hardest that day. She cried for the pony. I cried for the pony and for her broken heart.

    I could fast forward to the present and describe the wonderful grown up she has become. Isn't it funny how quickly the tables are turned? Recently she comforted  me as we put my horse to sleep. 

    On a lighter note, she is patient with me and acts as if she doesn't mind explaining to her old mom how to download podcasts or start a Facebook page. 

    Then there is today. She was  brave and determined throughout her fourteen hour labor. As soon as she saw her baby her love for him was apparent in her eyes. I said goodbye for the night and left her with no worries in my heart. She is going to be a fine mom.

    Now let's see what kind of grandmom I can be.