Little girls come into your life and they nuzzle up and reach in and steal your heart. They do this easily and quickly.
I always wanted to have five boys. That was my dream when I was young. I wanted enough boys to have a pick up basketball team. I always thought I would have a household full of boys. They would grow up and look down on me and be in my home to eat all my food and make me laugh. Yes, if you would have asked me in my early twenties, that is what I would have told you.
Then, near my mid twenties, our first daughter was born. Suddenly, little girls were my world. Lots of pink and ruffles and sweet little smiles. A few years later her sister was born. Again, lots of ruffles, but, lavender this time.
My girls carry my heart with them wherever they go. I have gotten used to not having all my heart with me. My girls, as they often do, grew up into beautiful women whom I am proud to know. I am even more proud to be their Mom.
My youngest married first and she gifted me with a grandson, my Little Man. He is a joy in himself, full of laughter and jokes and sly smiles. He is a soccer man, and is improving all the time. He loves his rock and roll music, and will talk about music all the time if you can keep up with him. He makes my heart smile.
A couple of years after Little Man, our Little Miss came to us. This little girl, this little gift. She came a bit early and was really small. Her size did not deter her personality though, as it was full grown and ready to be presented to the world.
Granddaughters are so much different than daughters. They melt your heart even sooner than my daughters did. I saw my husband melt within the first few hours after her birth. It was different than with Little Man. With Little Man, he was proud. I could see his chest popping out in pride. This was his Grandson. In a moment he was in the future with him, working on cars and going fishing and doing all the guy stuff he had experienced when he was young.
When Little Miss was born, this man of mine became jello. He held her and melted. I watched him do it. He looked at her and his heart was now in her little fingers. It has remained so to this day.
Tomorrow, Little Miss turns five. She is our Halloween pumpkin. She is giggles and long stories. She is a ballerina on her toes, leaping and in the next minute she is chasing her dogs and trying to hug them. She is wanting to wear frilly dresses but not let her long locks be touched by a hairbrush. She is a range of emotions like the range of the Appalachian mountains, it just goes on and on.
She is our precious little one. The one who has her Mom take pictures of her in her church outfit so I can see how she looks. She poses with one foot out, like a ballet position. She is a true little girl, the sugar and spice, but also a measure of snips and snails and puppy dog tails…
Happy Birthday my Little Miss. May your joy be complete and may this year be one filled with adventures and excitement. You are loved. Grammy.
Thanks for stopping by today, Cathi (DAF)