It's been a few days since my first post and just what I predicted happened: life got in the way. I had planned for my second post to be about books and how they affect our lives. That can wait. Today my fifth grandchild, a girl, was born. What kind of grandmother would I be if I didn't say how she is so beautiful. Let me tell you, it's a hard core fact: she is beautiful and perfect. With the birth of each of my grandchildren, I have always been struck with how I seem to forget how small they are. By the time Ruby was just five hours old, she had already messed in her diaper. Did my babies do that? I honestly don't remember. Another thing that has occurred to me is that Ruby gets to know the better version of me than her mother or even her siblings knew. She won't remember her granny as harsh and frowning all the time. She gets to know a granny who loves her for who she is and who doesn't feel the need to correct her for every little unimportant thing. I'm not the momma anymore; I can just enjoy. I get to begin again. And I'm ready. Did I mention that she is beautiful?
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