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Friday Family History: A Letter to My Granddaughter

Dear Sweet Granddaughter,

After thinking about you for months, I finally met you on Monday night.  Your mom called me Monday morning to tell me that you were going to make your appearance that day, and asked if I would come be with her for your birth.


I quickly got ready, and drove to the hospital.  Your mom and dad greeted me with happy, nervous smiles.  Throughout the day, as we waited for your arrival, other members of your dad's family came by to wish your parents good luck.  They all seem very nice.

You were born at 5:57 p.m.  You scared us all for a few minutes, but once the nurses got your heart beating and you let out a weak cry, we knew you'd be fine.  You have your dad's dark hair, and your mom's nose.  You share a middle name with your mom and me. 

You've spent the past few days in the hospital, getting stronger.  If all goes as expected, you will go home today.  I'm looking forward to getting to know you, and to introducing you to some of my favorite stories and music.  Months and years down the road, we can explore the garden together, pet the dog, and share favorite foods.  For now, though, just know you are loved.

Love,
Grandma
 
 


Thanks for a sweet baby.


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  1. What a sweetie and what a lucky lady you are!

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  2. How wonderful, Kristi! What a beautiful letter that, hopefully, one day she will read.

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  3. So beautiful. You are both blessed to have each other.

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  4. Perfect I bet everyone is proud!Congrats to you and the momma and your whole family.

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  5. I don't know how I missed this, Kristi. Congratulations! She is beautiful. I think it is so sweet that you wrote a special letter to her. I did that for my children, sharing how excited their Dad and I were when we found out they were going to join our family and then how I felt during the pregnancy. Of course, I also shared how we felt the day they were born. I put those into albums that I made for each of them that covered their birth through pre-married life. I worked on those albums for a year and presented them for Christmas a few years ago. It was a "Mom sniffle moment" as they looked through those pages with their spouses and their own children gathered around. You could have heard a pin drop; even the little ones were quiet as they looked to see what their mom or dad looked like at their ages. I don't think I can ever top that as a gift. Anyway, thanks for sharing this. It brought fond memories.

    Carol

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  6. My parents always told me that there is nothing quite like grandkids. And I hardily agree! Our kids are wonderful, don't get me wrong; I love my kids to pieces. But, there is just something wonderfully wonderful about grands. They just make you want to give off a heavy, happy, sigh of love. She is a doll.
    Congratulations grandma, you have found a new/or another best friend! I now have 4! Nothing like it in the world. And funny as it sounds (quite snobby actually) you will find that (or at least I would assume so; because my dear hubby and I have)your grands are always better, smarter, prettier, much more handsome and always sweeter than anybody else's. No brag; just fact! Enjoy making memories!
    Something my DH and I do now that our grands are getting older oldest is 7 1/2 and the youngest is 2. We take them out on dates for their birthdays. They get soooo many toys from other family members we thought it would be nice to make memories instead! We have been to a bookstore; a miniature train ride; a cupcake shop; a corn maze and had a wonderful time.
    Jean C.

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