My grandson is seven months old today. It is a Sunday and he just was carried upstairs by his father who just had his hair permed last night by his mother. It was not long ago that they were two children only nineteen and twenty. They were wild and free. They lived on an edge and they had parents praying desperate prayers of preservation. How quickly life can shift. We all know this so well. I am now a Marmee with a one year old myself and a seven month old grandson. It all seemed to happen in a heartbeat (or many heartbeats pounding out of control). His parents live in our basement suite and have to work hard all day and night. They have to be responsible and freedom looks very different.
My grandson is the perfect mix of energy and sweetness. He has such bright warm eyes and the sweetest little grin. He adores animals. Their presence brings such a reaction of joy and light in his soul. He can't talk or wave but when he sees his daddy after a long day apart his body vibrates with joyful energy at their reunion. He can be crying and crying but if he comes upstairs his little tears change to smiles as he is greeted by joyful cries from his aunties of who are ages one and six. He is snuggled and sang to and played with and so deeply loved.
He has two tiny teeth on the bottom and a crinkle in his forehead when he smiles. When he lies on his tummy he paddles his arms and legs and reminds me a bit of a turtle. He can roll over and turn in circles. He can sit up and loves his soother. He loves to gently pat your face or snuggle into you. He also doesn't sit still a lot of the time but rocks back and forth. He tries to run if you stand him up and hold his hands. He has transformed our lives and brought our hearts so much joy. He has brought healing to our family and to his parents. He is a miracle. Seven months of this miracle. Thank you God.
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