I love to hear him laugh - a sound so pure and full of innocence.
I love the way he smells after a long, bubble bath
and how he can't wait to get into his jammies -
'cause he knows storytime is next.
I love to watch him slumber, his breathing slow and deep.
The peaceful look upon his face, so angelic in his sleep.
I know I have been blessed with the greatest gift a grandmother could ever have.
To spend a long period of time with a grandchild - and relish in his love.
He leaves me on Saturday...and goes back to his new home.
I am happy for this little family, and pray God will be with them.
But I will miss this little fella, and I know my heart will ache.
I break down crying, just thinking of the last time I will
kiss his little face.
Things won't be the same around here - the quietness will unnerve me.
No toys, no sippy cups, no fuzzy little animals . No cartoons we "just have" to see.
One day I will look back and be able to smile - rather than break down and cry.
'Cause I will never forget one single moment of this very special time.....
A time when I was his Grammy....and he was mine.
I will be gone away from Blogland for a few days.
I will need time to regroup....readjust...and just plain mourn.
Talk to you soon....Barb
I love you My Little Man!