Granddaughters are wonderful; you just love them to pieces. It really isn't any different than a daughter. Sometimes it's a big, surging ,gushing thing that takes your heart over completely and causes you to act a little silly. Sometimes it takes a different course and is quiet, soft and makes you feel like crying.
The grand-daughter of mine that I am showing you here is Vanessa Renee. When she was smaller I think she would have loved the idea of being on this blog. Back then she was a dress-up kind of girl. I turned her loose in my closet and jewelry box to see what kind of outfits she would come up with. I thought for sure she was going to hit the fashion and designing world like a hurricane. Didn't happen. She's more comfortable in jeans and a pony tail than anything else. She's not quite so free with her kisses either. But, I found an old note she had written the other day and it would satisfy any grandma's heart for a lifetime. She wrote about her love for me and the things she remembered that I had taught her (imagine that.)
The boys are just as dear and I will write about them at another time
If these grandchildren could know how our love for them never changes no matter what they do, or don't do; how are hearts yearn for them when they aren't around. It's a love so deep it almost hurts Actually, it DOES hurt, but we know it's the good kind of hurt, it's a needed part of love.
I wish I could write it but somethings can't be told with words