Six years ago on the 28th of July, I wrote this blog post:
This will be short. I am busy watching my baby’s baby. He is absolutely gorgeous, all 8 lbs 1 oz and 21 inches long.
He coos, he squeals, he cries, and he is the proud owner of my heart. It no longer belongs to me, it is his. His little fingers have wrapped their way around my heart and there they will stay.
That’s it for now, I am busy reveling in the glory of our God in giving our family such a gift.
Yes, it was a short post, and it seems like yesterday that I wrote it. But, it’s not. It was six years ago.
Tomorrow Little Man turns six. Can you believe that? I know I can’t! So many little stories I have written about him and when I re-read each one, it seems like it just happened.
It has been a while since I wrote anything about this precious little guy. My heart is still his, like my heart is also his cousin’s. Those little ones grab your heart with that first look and they do not let go of it, nor, would I want them to.
Little Man is now heading into the first grade. He is an avid reader, reading much more above his grade level. He is into dinosaurs currently, he still loves his legos, and his taste in music is incredible. He can rock out with the best of us.
He makes me smile just with a glance and when it has been a while since I last saw him, my arms ache for a hug.
So much of what I took for granted while raising my daughters, like birthdays and interests, loose teeth, and advancing in school, is now of great interest to me. I love hearing him tell me of his adventures, those big and small. These little things are so important to him, and to me. He continues to teach me things I have long forgotten. The joy of discovering a new trick on a scooter, the fun of wriggling a loose tooth, the information on dinosaurs and how they looked or what they ate. These are important lessons to focus on.
I am still amazed at this Little Man. He makes my heart smile. 
Happy Birthday six-year-old! Grammy loves you.
dearanonymousfriend 
I look back and wish I had the heart of a grandmother, when I was a mother. I know that sounds strange, but maybe stopping more of the “importance” of motherhood to the tenderness of motherhood. Who knows…I love my grandchildren, and my one great….soon to be two great in Feb. I miss the times with my little girls….and the times with my parents being grandparents. May you have all the joyful memories of being a grandmother that your heart can hold!💕
I think as mothers we are just to focused on the care and feeding and making sure they survive to adulthood that the grandma things take a back seat. Thank you for your encouragement and love, Diane.