I am not very good at sharing my personal, private thoughts with others; but LJ's and MJ's blogs are so cool that I thought I'd try this.
Reading their blogs fills my heart, especially since LMG has presented herself to rule. Seeing one's own child bond with his child is a transcendent experience. Although I adore my very first grandchild (who has photos that look exactly like her daddy in his early weeks and exactly like me when I was a little older), my real joy is watching her parents interact with her.
After two different breast cancers I was not certain I would live to see a grandchild. This is surely a blessed experience. I cannot wait until LMJ becomes fully responsive (another week or so, perhaps). I watch Kaya, my grandneice, who at two and three-fourths is very responsive and verbal. She knocks on my bedroom door, lets herself in and says, "Anybody home? It's me. How's it kickin'?' She reminds me a lot of my second child at that age: social, fully self-assured, adventurous (since I crossed 60 I don't really know how to spell anymore).
This process is beginning to exhaust me. I must stop now.
Friday, July 27, 2007
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