Yesterday I flew home from my week with my wonderful little grandson. He is not named Buddy, but was called Bud while still waiting to be born. But, there is a part of him that will always be Buddy to his family.
My week was filled with so much laughter. That much laughter should not be allowed. I am spoiled, very spoiled, in fact. I feel this way because I was able to hold him and see him when he awoke.
He has grown since I last saw him. He is now 10 pounds. He is taller. He feels like a baby in your arms, not a newborn. He smiles. His smiles light up the world and melt my heart. His cry changed while I was there. Last week he still had that little newborn cry where it is sometimes loud, but always having a hint of mewing… You know that sound that little newborns make.
This week we saw him start to squinch up his little face and out came a sound that ripped my grandma’s heart in half. He cried and a little tear escaped his eye. I thought I would collapse in sadness to see that little face. Of course in the next minute he would look up at me and smile, forgetting what he was upset about.
My dear son-in-law described it best, “so many emotions to discover.” Isn’t that true of all of us? We are all learning daily how to deal with the emotions of our lives.
Well, I flew home last night. This morning I was not greeted by that cute little face with those bright eyes and quick smile. I did not have the little squalls from needing a diaper changed or needing to be fed. It is quiet here. No noise, just the washing machine running and the sound of keys on the keyboard. Quiet. My heart is sad for this, I miss my little Buddy.