HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY BBB PASSED

Before I loved these babies, I loved their parents. I loved them when they were the ones in footie pajamas crawling around my house. When they climbed into my lap with a book smelling like sunshine and maple syrup. When their cries woke me in the middle of the night and I rocked them back to sleep with my eyes half-closed and my heart wide open. Now, my babies have babies. And I get to love again…with the kind of tenderness that only comes with time. Being a grandma means I know how fast it all goes. So I don’t rush the bedtime story. I don’t mind the sticky hands or the crumbs on the floor. I just hold them close and let the moments last a little longer. I remember the tender weight of their mommy in my arms. I remember the way their daddy’s grin lit up my whole heart. And I see it all again reflected in tiny faces and echoed in little voices that are new and so familiar. It is the sweetest full circle. And somehow, I love them all even more. -Her View From Home