Grandbabies

I have just returned from a week of visiting and celebrating birthdays with my very special gifts from God, known to others as my grandbabies...I have been thinking about how blessed I truly am. The Marvelous Macy just turned 6. She spent her birthday at Disney World, dining with Cinderella and dancing with the "very handsome" Prince Charming. I know where I stand with Macy; when she saw me over the weekend, she gave me a big hug and she whispered in my ear, "I've missed you, Mimi". She even wanted to spend the night with me, rather than hanging out with her numerous cousins, which she loves to play with. Macy is a child of my heart; I don't have to entertain her, I just have to enjoy her. We love to browse through the flea market, and we are very pleased with our purchases--I got some beautiful liquour glasses and Macy got a mirror and magnifying glass set--things we are sure belonged, many years ago, to some southern belle like my great-grandmother, Pearl.

Little ER, well, when I think of him, I think of a happy baby with the cutest of grins. He likes to show off his new teeth, four baby teeth, with his happy smile. He celebrated his first birthday, but more importantly, he is starting to show his personality--you can definitely tell when he is NOT ready to stop doing something. He is not really MY baby, though, not yet--he adores Mr. Lynn, and Mr. Lynn adores him. When I watch them together, I just feel happy, they are so cute.

Here he is, enjoying his first birthday cake--a cake in the shape of a John Deere tractor and made by his Daddy!! See his smile? Can you see his teeth?

And, finally, there is the very special Eli, who wanted to meet his Mimi so badly that he came 5 weeks early, just as she arrived for a visit. When he was first placed in my arms--well, he owned me from that moment on. I remember being mesmerized by his daddy, I would sit for hours on end and just look at him. I could do the same with Eli (and I did sit, for 3 straight hours, and just held him and looked and him and kissed him). And when I watch my son lean over the crib, and whisper, "Daddy loves you so very much" it reminds me once again how very rich I am. Life gets better and more special every day with the births of these children...riches I can't imagine, don't deserve, but am so very thankful for.