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Kisses of Sunshine for Grandmas Copyright 2005 by Speak Up, Inc., and Gracie Malone Requests for information should be addressed to:
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Kisses of sunshine for grandmas / Carol Kent, general editor; Gracie Malone,
1. GrandmothersAnecdotes. 2. GrandparentingReligious aspects
ChristianityAnecdotes. I. Kent, Carol, 1947 II. Malone, Gracie.
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my children's children Gracie Malone Before you were conceived I wanted you.
Before you were born I loved you.
Before you were here one hour I would die for you.
Maureen Hawkins One morning our oldest son, Matt, called with the news I'd been waiting for. 'If you hurry,' he blurted out,
'you can make it for the birth of your grandson.' I jumped in the car and headed for the hospital. The drive from our hometown of Greenville to theirs in Carrollton would take almost an hour. On the way, my heart beat at a faster-than-usual pace as I thought about the new baby as well as the new role my children would be assuming. It was fun to imagine Matt as a daddy and Rebecca as a mom. I knew they would be good parents.
And I couldn't wait to meet the newest member of our clan.
I whipped into a parking place, pushed through the front door of Trinity Medical Center, and headed down the hall toward the maternity wing. Rounding the corner into the wait-
ing room, I spotted Matt dressed in hospital scrubs, a surgical mask hanging loosely around his neck. Apparently the childbirth classes had prepared him to be a fully participating member of the delivery team.
With a broad sweep of his hand he motioned me onward.
'Follow me!' Pushing through the swinging doors, he escorted me down the hall and into the birthing room.
Rebecca was nestled in a contraption that looked more like Joe's recliner than a hospital bed. She looked tired, but, to my surprise, was fully awake and smiling as she extended a tiny bundle in my direction. 'Want to hold him?' she asked.
Yes! Of course I did.
I gently took Baby Luke from his mother's arms and pulled him close to my bosom. He was only minutes old. The tiny little boy felt warm as he wiggled and stretched. I'd forgotten how small a newborn baby is, barely big enough to fit in the crook of a woman's arm. As I gazed into his slate blue eyes, straining to focus in the soft light, I was suddenly overcome with emotion
the same feelings I'd experienced when I held my own newborn sonslove, joy, hope, and a swelling sense of pride.
I swallowed hard, choking back the lump rising in my throat.
My eyes examined the features of my newborn grandson
a perfect heart-shaped mouth, tiny upturned nose, a slight crimp on both ears. I folded back the corner of the blue flannel blanket that swaddled him and touched his hand. When four tiny wrinkled fingers curled around one of my own, I knew I was hooked for life. I blinked back a tear as I marveled at the wonder of God's creation.
I remembered a verse from Psalms describing a developing baby as 'intricately and curiously wrought [as if embroidered with various colors]' (Psalm 139:15, Amplified Bible). The thought that God, the awesome Creator of the universe, had been 'intricately' involved in the design of my precious grandson brought tears of joy to my eyes.
I lifted the tiny bundle close to my lips and whispered against the soft folds of skin, 'Luke, I'm your grandmother. I love you. I always will, no matter what.'
With the birth of this little boy, our family had come full circle, making our own revolution in the great circle of life. A new generation was born that dayone that would bear our name.
Since the birth of Luke, I've been in the waiting room during the arrival of five additional grandchildren. Luke was barely three when his parents presented him with a little brother, Connor.
They in turn welcomed two little sisters, Mary Catherine and Abby. Our son Mike and daughter-in-law Jeanna blessed us with two little boysMontana and Myles.
Each child came into the world with unique features, characteristics,
and temperaments. And with the birth of each child,
the promise of a brighter future and hope for tomorrow was reborn in my heart.
Whenever I hold a newborn grandchild in my arms, why,
I feel newborn myself.
You made all the delicate inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother's womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelousand how well I know it.
Psalm 139:13 14 NLT