To a Granddaughter with Love
I'm sitting here tonight thinking of my 2 wonderful little "grandbabies", missing them and loving them so dearly. Not that I don't miss the others because I truly do love them all. Some of them, I'm afraid, may have outgrown me but I trust that some day they will remember and cherish the great times we have shared: Thanksgiving and Christmas laughter and fun; camping in the mountains and the beach; and the family table on weekends at our home.
But tonight belongs mostly to my sweet little granddaughter: Livvy. I'm listening to music that I know that she and Clay love and my heart overflows with tears of love for her. I will never forget the first time I saw her at the airport when she arrived from China. I will never forget the look of understanding that seemed to pass between her and her little brother, Clay, a look that almost said, "Welcome home, Sissy". She never seemed to be afraid of him nor of her excited four grandparents who paced back and forth awaiting their first view of the little girl who would bring such happiness to them.
I sit here tonight, Livvy, remembering many of the funny things you have done in the past year which just tickled your PaPa and me: the day you jumped down the steps into the living room with a toy in your hand. Of course, you fell on it but instead of crying, when you saw that your mom was upset, you laughed and said, "I'm happy, Mama, I'm happy!" You knew how to keep her from crying; the times you raced down our driveway with your tricycle and ended up in the "forest"; Christmas day when you just couldn't show your love enough for your Uncle Tommy and you had to sit with him and no one else; the way you laugh when your daddy throws you around and catches you; when you pick up my phone and say you have to talk to Aunt Marty and Jessica; the lunches when you begged for more of my "pickles, please" or sometimes for PaPa's olives; the place you loved to sit under my little table and pull the stool in to make your "playhouse"; the sweet expressions you showed for your "best friend", Clay, and when you said those little comforting words, "it's okay, Cway", when he was upset; the day I looked up and you and Clay were strolling together toward our house and the warm welcome we received from you after our return from a long trip. I especially remember those sweet little hugs and kisses you would give me when you left our house.
It's so hard to believe that you will be 3 in the morning. So to you, Livvy, Happy Birthday. May you have many, many, MANY more. May you always know that you are loved and cherished, that no one could ever fill the place in my heart but you, my dear, sweet
GRANDdaughter! May God bless you real good every day of your life and may you always seek His guidance in your life!
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