It all began before she was born. We loved her the minute we learned God had blessed her mother's womb. We loved her before we knew she was a girl. Perhaps I should have listed this photo in another category. Saved it for a Kinsey story. But then I think, "No, this IS just me."
All I am, in many ways, is what I can be to my grandchildren. Here I hold my youngest; she's just 3 months old. I took this picture with my arm extended, precariously holding my digital camera as far out as I dared, and praying I captured some sort of image worth saving. It worked. She was staring at the multicolored lights on a miniature Christmas tree in my living room. I was almost hidden in the background. But my heart was bursting with love and joy to be holding her in my arms.
When she is awake she is most happy when someone is holding her. Her fretting calms with my rendition of "Jesus Is The Answer" being hummed next to her ear while we are glued cheek to cheek. She echoes my coos. She tries to speak with her lips pursed in various ways that she obviously thinks is mirroring mine. She feels so soft. She smells so sweet. She is so very loved.
Her 2 year-old sister insists that her name is "Baby Sister". Her momma calls her pumpkin. And that is funny...because she is as plump as a pumpkin. Her momma says "you could lose a penny in the dimples in her knees." She likes to sit upright and look around. She stares contentedly at the colors of Dora The Explorer bouncing across a television screen.
I wonder what she will be like as she grows. Will she be passive? Assertive? Talkative? Will she still want to be held and cuddled? Or will she enjoy her own company better than others? I wonder what her voice will sound like; how she'll interact with her sister. It's not all that important that I know. I'm just curious. I'm already praying for her mate. I'm praying for her spiritual growth. I'm praying for God's blessings upon her and her heart to be flooded with love for Jesus as she grows older. I'm praying to be around when she gets married and gives me great-grandchildren. I pray for every little thing I can think of for her. Love. Joy. Self-control. Tenderness. Gentleness. Kindness. Holiness. Purity. Protection against the evil one.
What else can a grama do but pray for the best? It's just me--it's how I am. And I wouldn't want me any other way. [copyrighted, 2006, selahV] BORN SEPTEMBER 25, 2006
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