Maybe it’s just been a long time since we’ve had a new
little one to love. Our other grandchildren are 11, 11 and 9. None of them
comfortably fit on my lap anymore…they are just too big. They still try it…and
I love it when they do…but they are a lap-full. This new granddaughter is
barely 2 hands-full…and I can’t get enough of it.
I wonder if it’s the reality of life that is sinking into
me too. I won’t have these little people…this little…forever…evidenced by how
fast those others became 11, 11 and 9 so quickly.
I need to enjoy every minute of this ‘little’ stage while
I can.
Anna…my other granddaughter…is already 11 years old…going
on 20. By the time my new little pumpkin…Ellie…is 11…I’ll be 70 years old. My
life will have changed a lot in those 11 years I assume.
Some of those changes I may not like…aging bones…a bigger
waistline…white hair…loss of older loved ones…loss of friends…those things that
come with retirement…and aging.
Some of it I ‘will’ like…watching my other grandchildren
grow…maybe having more grandchildren…time with Cindy.
So…until that time comes…I’m gonna get in every
squeeze…every hug…every kiss that I can with my new granddaughter. I have tried
to be a good papaw to my other grandbabies and they know that I love them…and
always will. My new little pumpkin is gonna know her papaw just loves her to no
end…too.
I look forward to every moment I
can have with her.
Dan
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