Off The Beaten Path: Little Miss Sunshine
For probably the first time in my life, I am at a loss of words. I have struggled for over an hour to type this first sentence. I wanted the perfect words to convey my excitement, thrill and immense joy in announcing the birth of my first grandchild but I found that mere words just could not describe my emotions.
Mackenna Belle Kellogg was born on December 29th at 8:33 am. She decided that she did not want to wait until 2013 and arrived eighteen days early during a snowstorm. She was a very healthy 6 pounds and 13 ounces and was 19” long with very blonde hair. She has her Daddy’s dimpled chin and her Mommy’s nose and glowing eyes.
My son-in-law phoned me from the hospital, which is an hour away, the night before to tell us that Mackenna would be making her debut into the world sooner than we had anticipated. Grandma Jill and I hurriedly grabbed items that were not in the packed hospital bags and sped down to the hospital. We were shocked, nervous and giddy at the same time. I spent ten precious moments debating on whether I should wear my Spanx but decided in the end that myGranddaughter wouldn’t notice if I was pudgy or not. We checked on the parents-to-be, dropped off the pillows, phone chargers and of course the camera and came back home after learning that the midwife thought it would be a long labor. The midwife was wrong.
“Grandma! I am a Grandma” was the racing thought when my daughter placed her daughter Mackenna in my arms. I was filled with pure, pure love for both of my girls. I was smitten from the beginning for this tiny, beautiful little baby. Mackenna is a ray of sunshine, a breath of fresh air. She is every clichéd expression written about a baby – and then some, because she is the most beautiful, talented and smartest baby this Grandma has ever seen.
Tears fill my eyes just thinking about her! They say that having a grandchild is even better than being a parent. I honestly can’t say that because the love I have for my daughter and son is so precious and pure but that love for my granddaughter is just as bonding.
I love walking into a room and saying her name and seeing her swivel her little head around and smiling at me. I love how she curls her fingers around my finger. I like swaddling her in a blanket and then settling down in the rocking chair and reading to her. The child even finds my singing fascinating!
The other afternoon she was being fussy and I was walking her around and around the house. My daughter had turned on the stereo and music was softly playing. I don’t know the song, but I found the two of us standing in the darkened living room with the sun beginning to set. Mackenna snuggled up in my neck and we began to sway and dance and at that moment I realized that my life was complete.
My dear, darling Mackenna, before you were born, I dreamed of you, I imagined you, I prayed for you. And now that you are here, I hope for you, I love you and I thank God each and every moment for you.