My dear, sweet Owen, Tomorrow I will be heading back home to my reality. Gizmo awaits my return as do all of the mail, bills, and clay waiting to be formed, etc.etc. And, of course, I will have so many wonderful stories to relate to all of my dear friends.
It will not be easy to leave you and your mommy and daddy. I well up with tears just thinking about not getting to wake up every morning and see your angelic face. However, I will not be leaving with sadness, but with a filled heart.
I will carry that image of your incredibly beautiful face with me always.
I will celebrate your good health and unlimited ability to make full grown adults melt by your coos and your smiles.
I will continue to be in awe of the miracle of your birth.
I will be warmed as I think about the immediate love and connection that I saw in your parent's eyes as you entered this crazy world of ours.... and that I continue to see every day as they care for you.
I will smile as I think about how entertaining your hiccups, your smiles, your every movement, and, yes, even your poops, became to us.
I will think about the simple pleasure of just sitting and watching you in wonder as your tiny fingers grasped my finger with such strength and determination.
I will laugh as I remember Oscar's accepting you into the family by putting his favorite toy on your face.
I will feel empathy as your tired parent's wearily find the strength to comfort you in the middle of the night.
I will dream about the next visit and how I will be amazed by your growth and new skills.
I know that each day you are growing and changing in that I have already seen such changes in you since I arrived here 2 weeks ago. I will miss all of those little passages, but, I know that your mommy and daddy will keep sending pictures and that we can always do a little webcam when I need a "fix" of my Owen.
The miles may separate us, dear Owen, but our hearts are forever bound together...and I know that I am leaving you in very capable and loving hands.
Bye for now, sweet Owen. I know that it is time for me to go....
But...
I am missing you already...
I love you, Grammie
4 comments:
Oh Grammie, Owen is so pretty. I could see his mom in his eyes in the last picture. Through my tears after readiing your post, I don't know whether I can handle being a grandma or not. I am so emotional.
May God give you traveling mercies as you return home tomorrow. Enjoy the rest of this day.
God Bless!
Your words to Owen are beautiful.
Oh Grammie, I know your feelings exactly!!!! When my second grandson was born they lived 900 miles away. My oldest was nine years old at that time. Everytime I left them, my heart would break. I would have to peel the oldest one from my body. He would hold on for dear life. But how sweet it is to hold on to these memories. Have a safe trip home and kiss sweet Owen for me. He is beautiful!
I so appreciate your warm and loving comments to my blog! Thanks, ladies... and newly-found friends!
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