Widdle Baby Gwant! Well, it's our first birthday without our guy. We're all proud of him for serving as a missionary, but selfishly missing him too. I feel Grant and I have a special bond. There's 15 years between us, and he was my first taste of motherhood. I learned how to hold and soothe a crying baby. I learned how to bathe a slippery, limp baby. I learned how to change diapers efficiently. I'm thankful to my mom for sharing those responsibilities with me. She knew best, and let me practice with her son. Grant was always relentlessly tortured by me and my undying affection. He never did anything wrong. If he got in trouble (which was RARE), I was ready to attack the enemy (my parents). I still feel that same loyalty to him. I love watching Grant with my girls. I see that he is getting that taste of fatherhood with them. He's fun, he's gentle, he's the best monster! I, for one, am anxiously awaiting the day I can give him a big hug...I'll lay off the kisses...maybe.
3 comments:
Excellent blog, Ali! It certainly made me nostalgic to see Grant as I think of him - the contrast between the first two pictures is just amazing. Who couldn't love a boy/man like that??? Loved the other blogs too - my heart is filled to overflowing as well to feel the power of family and to see it continuing to play out in the lives of our sweet grandchildren. Thank you for your sharing!
That brought back the memories!! You and Grant have a very special relationship and continue to. So proud of all my children. And yes, I look forward to the hugs but I will probably add a few kisses too!!!
That last comment was from me....Mom
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