Technically my grand daughter turned one yesterday, but the words just wouldn't come to me. My relationship with my precious princess is hard to put into words. I prayed for a grand daughter for a long time. When her mother told my husband she was expecting a little girl, he sobbed. A real hard cry. I don't know if he was truly happy or if he knew he would never physically meet her. I knew him for seventeen years and that was the only time I saw him cry. Not at funerals. Not when I told him his oldest son had passed. Not when the doctor said stage four. He knew what having a grand daughter was like so I think it was tears of joy for me. She's something else. She's not really saying words yet but she pulls up all the time. She's not shy about letting you know when she wants down and even more vocal about who's allowed to hold her. She smiles when I feed her as if to say finally here comes Granny with the good stuff. She can't say the words I love you but her eyes say it for her and this Granny returns it ten fold. Pruitt someday I hope you read this and know that your Granny (and Poppy) have always loved you.
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