This old heart of mine has been through many transitions. It has been bruised, broken, stepped on, torn and has many scars. I’ve been through heartache of many kinds. I dearly love my children and my grandson has a big hold on my heart. However, I want to speak of my granddaughter. I don’t know how to describe how much she means to me. To say I love her seems so trivial. She and her brother both light up my life, but there is something special about her. Not that I love her more, that isn’t it, but she is so responsive and loving towards me. More than her brother has ever been. She takes my love and gives it back to me and my heart soars. Her precious little baby face with her beautiful smile warms my heart. She will run to me holding out her arms for me to pick her up. She likes to crawl up on my lap and sleep there. I will pick her up and hug her and she hugs me back as tight as she can and sometimes pats my back with her little hands.
She will come to me to have me do something for her and although she can’t tell me what she wants, she gets her message across. We will play and giggle and she will throw herself at me and give me a big hug. Her little kisses are like little treasures every one. When she smiles her dimples show and her big blue eyes light up. I feel the tugs on my heart with each smile. She loves this old grandma of hers and I feel so fortunate to have her and her brother in my life. I guess one of the reasons she is so special is because I had two boys even though I desperately wanted to have a girl. Then I had a grandson and my whole world became brighter, no doubt, but now I have a girl. Of course, I don’t, but she is my granddaughter and the closest I will ever get to having one.
I am so grateful God sent her to be in my life.
little girls are wonderful that is for sure.
