Open letter to my 8 year old granddaughter of
how much I loved her as a baby, and now. |
The First Hour I Loved You I remember the hour I started to love you. She stared at her feet and the floor And said, "I'm going to have a baby." So much travelled through my heart at that moment! Fear, worry, concern, love, And yes, some anger, too. Seventeen was too young, too fragile and so scary! And yet, in all these tortured emotions One soaring joy sang out-You were coming! And my life would change forever. It was spring, and you would come in winter, When the world would celebrate another, sacred birth. I remember the summer, and her growing tummy. I remember the fall, full of promise and plans. I saw the last roses of November and thought "I'll be holding you when I see roses again." Then we gave thanks, and trimmed our tree. Our gifts were given and received. We waited. Three days passed...then you were born! I've never seen eyes so beautiful and so deep. Your skin-so soft! Your cooing was my music, And oh! To breathe in the scent of you! Holding you close while you slept Was the sweetest rest I've known. Your first words, first crawls, first steps; You learned to walk...then run! We had so much fun when we were playing, Or reading or singing songs! You have been my dearest little friend And no words I can find Say this better; "I have loved you all of your life And will love you all of mine." For my Kristen, from her mama. |