Wednesday, April 8, 2015
Happy Family News!
First, a little back story:
My firstborn was married October 13, 2012. He and his wife lived in our home town for about a year-and-a-half, then relocated to Denver, Colorado late spring, 2014. They honeymooned there and fell in love with the place, one of the main draws being it does not have southern Georgia's steamy sub-tropical climate. Then there were good jobs, exponentially better pay than our region, and despite a bit higher cost of living, they are able to put back more money for a home in the future. Presently, they just moved from a sweet little townhouse to a more spacious detached dwelling in the same neighborhood they love. The extra room is needed, for...
This was the sweet way Mr. A and I were informed we were going to be grandparents. They were smooth, let me tell you. It was March 1st, and they were in Georgia for a visit. They had spent Christmas in Denver, so it was reasonable to me to receive a little flat silver box and be told it was an ornament. They had given us a Christmas ornament from a trip to Helen, GA a couple of years ago, so here was an ornament from Colorado, right?
I had donned my reading glasses and went to sit by Mr. A so we could look at our ornament together. Isaiah 49:18, NIV, comes to mind: "Lift up your eyes and look around; all your children gather and come to you. As sure as I live," declares the Lord, "you will wear them all as ornaments; you will put them on, like a bride."
These lovely people ornamented our home:
They look like proud parents already, and indeed they are!
If that wasn't enough joy to fill this mother's heart, my baby boy and his betrothed, also Denver residents, visited about two weeks later. They will be married this summer. Our family is growing and I am one blessed mother, mother-in-law, and grandmother-in-the-making.
I have considered Grand-ma-ma, emphasis on the ah, or Le-Le, springboarding from my first name. If my grandbaby begins speaking in the manner of my baby boy, Le-Le will be We-We. I'm told grandparents are often called what the wee ones can pronounce, so who knows, Mr. A or I might be "Donk" the name little Sybbie on Downtown Abbey christened her grandfather.
Exciting, happy times. I am a blessed woman, in too many ways to count!