I remember earlier this year when all the newness of being a future Grandmother was settling into my bones. The shock had (mostly) worn off and I could accept and understand this was really happening and going to happen. My eighteen-year old daughter was indeed pregnant and a baby would indeed be here in the Fall. We had sonogram images, thundering fast heartbeats, and it got real very, very real. And in that moment when the reality truly hit home, I realized…..we are going to have BABY at Christmastime. We will have presents for him/her under the tree. A stocking. A little red Christmas outfit. And a whole new little person will be part of our world.
That seemed so unreal to me. A Baby at Christmas. A first Christmas. And you only get one of those…
So of course, she is here and she is the most expressive, adorable child, ever. I have taken photos. Lots and lots of photos.
Oh, to be a cute baby at Christmas. A baby still trying to balance on her long trunk and stubby legs. A baby just on the brink of all the delightful and fun things ahead, and most especially, her second Christmas.
And now, she is not just real in my head, but in my arms as well.
So maybe, I went a little photo crazy…
It’s okay to go a little photo crazy…
It’s her first Christmas. And you know what? It’s my first Christmas too. My first being Grammy to this sweet little girl.
And the most difficult thing? Putting her down to take a photo. That is soooo hard. So, believe me when I say, this photo shoot was a huge accomplishment for both of us.
Merry Christmas Baby!
And Merry Christmas to all of you that celebrate. I wish you and yours the merriest of Christmas blessings. From our family to yours.