Benjamin beckons me.
I hear his happy squeals, his angry yells, his blowing bubbles in the background (or sometimes the foreground) of my phone conversations with Dana. I see recent photos of him smiling and laughing in his baby innocence. I remember the heft of him, the ever-present drool, his coo while he eats.
I am just two days away from Benjamin. Two days from kissing those chubby cheeks. Two days from playing Grandma games and singing Grandma songs with him. Two days from delight.
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I am so excited about ur blog! I can't wait to read what it's like to be grandma through your words!
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