Love

So Z was 3 today. No one prepares you to be a grandparent. There are no classes. Books describe the experience but they are two dimensional. It needs to be experienced. The little smiles, small hands stretching out for support, the soft, butterfly kisses. The letting go when my visit is finished. I bank them all in my heart and cash them in when my emotional currency is low. May you grow in wisdom and stature. May you feel loved.
May my prayers lift you when doubt visits your soul. May you be honourable. Wishing you a great life. Bless you litttle one. (extra snap of the one who calls me papa bring wistful)