Women get different titles throughout our life. We are little girls, girls, women, moms, grandmothers, grannies.
This summer we were expecting in our family. I was impatiently looking towards the phone and waited for a call. And it finally happened!
When I became a grandmother, my heart got bigger for one little boy – my grandson. My whole inside softened and filled with warmth. The first question to my daughter was: “Everything all right? ” ” All right.” I breathed a sigh of relief and cried with happiness.
For almost a week I walked around with a goofy smile on my face and at least twenty centimetres above the ground.
When I first held my grandson in my arms, I was again filled with indescribable happiness. Blue eyes staring at the world in amazement, a little mouth announcing that the belly is hungry, the diaper is wet, that he wants closeness. And that baby smell. The little elf stole my heart.
It all started anew. The first meeting, the first cuddles, the first walk with a stroller, …
My dear grandson. I wish you luck. May your life be full of love. Be a happy child and happily walk around the world, meet new people and little corners of the world.
With the set of cards you received at birth, play the game of your life well.
If yesterday belongs to me and today belongs to your parents, tomorrow belongs to you. Let it be better, let there be sun and whatever life puts in your way, overcome the problems with zeal and honesty.
I love you.
And the carousel of life is spinning.
Welcome to the family, our little elf.