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Friday:) Final Friday and Days With Friends and Family

29 Dec

“You don’t want to get too wrapped up in that final destination. You want to enjoy the journey, enjoy the process, and just take it one step at a time.”

~Carli Lloyd

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The time here with family and friends has zip-lined past me in a haze. This time next week I’ll be sitting at home, looking at pictures, sipping my Friday night Black Russian, and missing the sweet warmth of a new born baby lying on my chest, and a curly haired toddler saying, “Gamma come!”

I’ve posted a zillion pictures of grandchildren these past few weeks, so these will be the final installment.

It was a great Friday. My dear friend Debbie came over for a visit. We went to Northbrook Mall and did some shopping and had lunch. We stopped at the grocery store so I could pick up some snacks for tomorrow’s big Cotton Bowl game. Notre Dame vs ? I don’t know who they’re playing. I’m rooting for Notre Dame. My son Joe is so excited, he said he may not be able to sleep tonight. ND Class of ’03.

I also needed to pick up some Kahlua and vodka and ice cream for Black Russian Friday. Would you believe they didn’t have those vital beverages for Gamma?

You know this will be hard to leave, but easy to remember.

Belle is such a good little mommy. She is changing her baby’s diaper. Sweetness personified.

Now, Gamma is done sipping her Black Russian and just about to hold a fussy baby. Loving every minute.

Theme Song Thursday:) Child of Mine

28 Dec

Child of my child, and heart of my heart

Whether together, or miles apart.

A grandmother’s love is what it implies

It’s grander each day, and just multiplies.

The warmth of her heart will never grow old

The gleam of her eye, more precious than gold.

Stars up in heaven could never outshine

This child of my child, now child of mine.

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

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I find that a poem can often express ten thousand words in just a few lines. As I sat for hours holding my second grandchild in my arms, it made me realize that the more children and grandchildren you have doesn’t divide your love, but rather multiplies your ability to love. There’s something very special about holding the child of your child. And, I look forward to living long enough to hold their children in my arms. Blessings are only multiplied as the years go by. My wandering thoughts inspired a poem to express how it feels to be a grandmother.

This has been a wonderful Christmas and holiday season. When I try to count my blessings, I realize that I can’t count that high.

Carole King’s song “Child of Mine” is the song that I chose for the mother/son dance at my son’s wedding. I softly sang it in his ear as we danced. And now, I softly sing it to my grandchildren when I cradle them in my arms.

Friday:) Firsts, Seconds, and Those Traditions

22 Dec

“Firsts are best because they are beginnings.”

― Jenny Han

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I’m not a first-time Grandma, this is my second time around. I’ll be honest with you, it’s just as exciting, rewarding,scary, and fantastic as r first time. You other grandmas out there know what I’m talking about. When you hold your child’s child, it’s like magic multiplied in your arms.

Today was Sophie’s first bath. Crying and red faced screaming was expected, but she did a great job, and not that much crying. She’s such a good baby. She’s one week old already. I’ll blink and I’ll be dancing at her wedding. (My mom always used to say things like that.)

Firsts….

Seconds… treasuring every second.

Besides being blessed, being able to hold Baby Sophie an hour here or there, I also get a chance to play with Belle. I just melt when she cups her little hand towards herself in a wave and says, “Gamma come?” She’s such a cutie. I always reply, “Gamma’s coming.”

Maybe she will teach Gamma how to play the piano in a few years.

All is quiet here. The children all nestled and snug in their beds…. and it’s Friday. Now, for my traditional Black Russian Friday. All is well with the world.

Single Word Sunday:) GAMMA

17 Dec

“Better than a thousand hollow words, is one word that brings peace.”

~Buddha

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Just one word to describe this beautiful Sunday…GAMMA.

Gamma got to hold Baby Sophie today for the first time. If you think the second time around is not as special, we’ll, you’d be wrong. Love has no limits, but rather grows exponentially.

“Love is lovelier the second time around.” (A show tune, for those up for the challenge.”

Here’s a challenge for you. Can you describe your day with just one word?

Tuesday:) Time With Gamma

5 Dec

“Becoming a grandmother is wonderful. One moment you’re just a mother. The next you are all-wise and prehistoric.”

~Pam Brown

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It’s been wonderful spending time with my little grand-daughter. The more time I spend with her, the more she says, “Gamma, come!” Then, I’m supposed to follow her around. I’d follow her to the moon and back. She’s so darn cute.

She likes to play with her baby, slide down her slide, ride on her pink pony, and read books before bed. That’s just the hour before bed.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r9_LTPVH_Q8

Tuesday:) Today is Baby Belle’s Birthday

6 Dec

“You think you could never love so much as when you hold your own child. Then, you hold your grandchild, and you know you were wrong.”

~ Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

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The temperatures in the Chicago area went from the unseasonably balmy 60’s yesterday, then plunged with ferocious bitter cold winds, now in the 20’s. But, cold, nor wind, nor gloom of day could prevent me from celebrating my first grandchild’s first birthday on this special day. December 5th. This is one of my testimony trilogy miracle days. Belle Trinidad was born one year ago today, turning a painful day on the calendar into a day of celebration.

My sister and I drove to Deerfield to meet Joe, Lindsay and Baby Belle for dinner at a very nice Mexican restaurant, El Tadicional. <Hmmm? She looks good in a sombrero. Must be in the blood.

I was glad that I could be in town for this special day. She is just so cute. Belle rarely gets to see me, so she smiles and giggles when I’m at a distance and mommy or daddy are holding her, but she whimpers if I try and hold her. (Well, that’s gonna have to change!)

If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a million times. I am blessed.

Happy birthday Belle!

Theme Song Thursday:) Sunrise, Sunset

6 Jan

Babies are like little suns that, in a magical way, bring warmth, happiness and light into our lives.

~ (Kartini Diapari-Oengider)

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More sharing…Just when you thought I’d run out of grandbaby pictures, you were wrong. There are more… lots more. 

Children are such a blessing, and grandchildren even more so. While I was holding little Belle in my arms this morning, rocking her, swaying back and forth, I was thinking of the song from “Fiddler on the Roof.” Sunrise, Sunset…” I swayed and smiled and sang the song to her. Memories flooded back. Memories of singing and dancing with my own babies in my arms, well over thirty years ago. 


Lyrics

Is this the little girl i carried?

Is this the little boy at play?

I don’t remember growing older,

When did they?

When did she get to be a beauty?

When did he grow to be so tall?

Wasn’t it yesterday when they were small?

Sunrise sunset, sunrise, sunset,

Swiftly flow the days,

Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers,

Blossoming even as they gaze…

Sunrise sunset,…

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 When I returned to Mom’s house this afternoon, we were scanning and scrolling the tv for something to watch.”Fiddler on the Roof” was on the movie channel, so I turned it on. How fitting. I sang along. I always sing along.

“I don’t remember growing older…When did they?’