At 11:19 last night, my cell phone announced a text. My day had started early so I had turned in early. I was sound asleep and considered ignoring the phone. As is usually the case, my maternal instinct awakened enough to make me pick up the phone and read the message.
It was my oldest granddaughter EJ. She was announcing her engagement to John. “I got engaged!!!!!!!” I woke up just enough to respond, “Yay!” Then I rolled over and went back to sleep. I sent a more detailed response at 7:00 this morning.
Today, as I’ve contemplated my future married grandchild I can’t help looking back with a sense of nostalgia and even a longing for the baby and little girl she was. She was a joy from day one, and still is. I love this photo of her. I think she had just played a softball game. The sun had brought a sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She was about eleven. Grammy’s little athlete.
I remember when she was a snuggle-y, sweet-smelling babe-in-arms. I would rock her and sing to her and wish there were some way I could bottle the smells and the satisfaction I felt with her in my arms and in my life. My first grandchild.
I remember how she used to call me and “report” her parents whenever they did something she didn’t like. How simple were her complaints back then. She learned to dial me up before she could even read numbers. When I asked her how she knew how to do that, she told me she had watched her mom punch the numbers and they took the shape of a house. I knew then and there that she was a genius. I still think that.
And now the sophisticated young business woman is getting married. Planning a wedding. We’re moving forward with gusto and anticipation and delight and great happiness for the handsome couple. Where did the time go?
We (the families) have known for some time that the engagement was imminent. John had sent an email to family members and asked us to make short video clips encouraging EJ to say yes.
Our assignment was to make our appeal using only three words. We had great fun discussing and coming up with just the right message. John then took all the clips and made one video show. I hope to see the entire video one day.
Here you see the garden flag I made for my video clip. Now that she’s seen the video I can send her the flag.
All day I have had the words “Oh Happy Day” ringing in my ears. It’s a wonderful old Southern gospel song. I found a marvelous video of the Soweto Gospel Choir singing it. No one does this song better than they do. They are in full colorful costume, so they’re “eye candy” too. Even if you’re not a gospel music fan I think you’ll enjoy it.
In my mind I’ll be singing “Oh Happy Day” as I attend the wedding.
Back On My Own 