Little Blessings

One year ago the evening of April 8, I got a text message from the delivery room that said, “theyre here.” With that, I was a grandmother. Twins. The little boy was 4 pounds 4 ounces. The little girl was 5 pounds 12 ounces.  I was there to bring them both home from the hospital. I was there for the first week of their lives.  I’ve been there fairly often during the last year — not often enough, but enough to bond.

The year has flown by. Jillian Dawson and Winston Hardy are now one. Their party was fun and happy, with beautiful cakes and dozens of balloons and a sandbox and a swimming pool for washing off in after they ate their bumblebee and ladybug cakes. Yes, they each had their own little cake.

I’m a long distance grandmother like my parents always were. I’d rather be closer to watch them grow and change daily, but that likely will not happen. So after partying hard and then a breakfast of blueberry pancakes and a bike ride, I packed up the Outback and headed north up the Natchez Trace.

It felt good to cross that Tennessee line. I rolled down the windows, let the wind whip my hair, turned up the Notting Hill soundtrack — my late husband’s (the original Winston) favorite movie — as loud as I could stand it and sang along…

“The smile on your face lets me know that you need me, there’s a truth in your eyes sayin you’ll never leave me, the touch of your hand says you’ll catch me if ever I fall, You say it best, when you say nothin at all.”

Sweet Sunday, sweet babies…

“It’s amazing how you can speak right to my heart…”

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4 Comments on “Little Blessings”

  1. Finn says:

    sweet sweet babies!!!

  2. susie says:

    adorable one year olds. they will have so much to read about themselves when they grow up. how lucky is it to have a moppy who is a writer?

  3. Linda Hoye says:

    Grandchildren take hold of your heart in such a special way, don’t they?

  4. Kathy says:

    Oh my gosh. I just realized my grandchildren are not using plates.


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