As I held the swaddled bundle, large luminous eyes gazed up into mine and I realized I had become a new person. I am officially a grandmother.
It seems only a few years since I held her daddy in my arms. Was he this tiny and vulnerable? I remember his large feet and as I uncover her toes I laugh because she has the distinct curled little toes that her daddy inherited from me and I inherited from my mother.
Life goes on, and so much of life passed on is worth celebrating. This is a quiet celebration but a very meaningful one. I smile at her, and hand her to her daddy who cannot stop smiling. I look up Abba and smile wondering if this is how you feel each time a child is born. Still performing miracles aren’t you?