I am reading your comments from the posts I had scheduled to go up whilst I was away. And, as well, I want to come visit you all-and I hope to start on that this evening while things are quiet. So, for now, just some thoughts while trying to catch up on email business, R&T business, house business, husband business, dog business, blog/twitter/facebook business, publishing business....*big deep breath* . . .
When my daughter in law (Sarah) put out her hand to touch little Norah Kathryn's sweet belly, and "Granny Kat" had her hand on little Norah Kathryn's belly, I saw our ages, saw the smoothed hand of my daughter in law compared to the more aged hand attached to my arm. Whose hand was that I first wondered? Mine. It made me smile, the differences in those hands, and below our hands was the youngest of all, the 2 month old sweet baby, fresh from her bath, smiling and kicking her little legs.
There was this incredible moment when I realized how good a father my son is, even when he thinks he is not patient and all things fatherly, he is . . . young parents can't see themselves from a distance, but I did, and I saw Norah Kathryn's parents and was proud, proud of my son - and happy for Norah Kathryn.
Five in the morning, when the house was sleeping, Granny Kat sat with Norah Kathryn in her arms and the very very young stared into the eyes of the growing older and made a connection older than time...the Little One felt safe, well-fed, cuddled. The Older One felt awed - this is important, the Older One thought. This is the most important thing in the world, right now, this Little One is everything. All the world flew away and all there was in that room was the Older One and the Little One, and nothing else in the good old world mattered, nothing else remained but that moment.
She thought, "So, this is what they were talking about. So, this is what a grandmother feels like. So, this is what all the hullaballoo is. So . . . yes . . . now I see."
Snow really does glisten.