{Cousins and Kids}
I was thinking about the term,
"grandchild."
Children are great, but apparently the child of your child is grand.
No, offense B, B or J; you were adorable and snuggly and perfect miracles, but A is grand...... What makes him most grand is when he arrives at our house, looks around, makes eye contact with me and he smiles in instant recognition. He doesn't comprehend the concept of grandmother. Yet..... he knows me..... and that is so incredible. This child knows me and when he sees me his natural reaction is to smile...... What does that mean? It can only mean that his experiences with me are happy ones. Why else would he smile?
He somehow knows that I adore him, that he is everything sweet to me. Priceless blessings of Christmas come in such small packages.
Children are great, but apparently the child of your child is grand.
No, offense B, B or J; you were adorable and snuggly and perfect miracles, but A is grand...... What makes him most grand is when he arrives at our house, looks around, makes eye contact with me and he smiles in instant recognition. He doesn't comprehend the concept of grandmother. Yet..... he knows me..... and that is so incredible. This child knows me and when he sees me his natural reaction is to smile...... What does that mean? It can only mean that his experiences with me are happy ones. Why else would he smile?
He somehow knows that I adore him, that he is everything sweet to me. Priceless blessings of Christmas come in such small packages.
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