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Happiness Is... Another Grandie


I did not post last week. It was one of those weeks. You know the kind where you finally get to sit down to catch your breath and notice there are 423 messages in your inbox? Where did the week go? Busier more than normal. But amidst the hustle and bustle of an overloaded week, came an overwhelming joy. One with two tiny feet and an adorable little face that made this Grandma's heart melt.


With a happy heart full of giddiness, I would like to introduce you to: Little Miss Emma Jane




God has blessed us with another Grandie! Yippee Skippee! Another girl!


The let the Tea Parties  begin!

So Blessed!

Before you were born

I knew I loved you.

I prayed for you too, before you were born.

And when you were born,

One look at your little face and I knew you were a blessed child.

I love you, Grandpa loves you too.

Your Daddy loves you, your mommy loves you.

And most of all… God loves you!

Some might call you lucky,

But I call you blessed… so blessed!
 

 A new baby brings so much happiness. And a new baby can cause a heart to reflect. Just sit, looking at that little tiny human and think. I caught her Mama doing that today. This brand new little life. So new. So fresh. So fragile. I pray for her when I hold her. I talk to her about loving God. Even though she is only 5 days old. I pray someday she will understand His love. Her need. His forgiveness and salvation. And how blessed she is.
What a blessing to be able to show Christ to these little girls God has given us. I can't wait to see what He has planned for them! It's going to be great and I want a front row seat! Blessed, indeed.

 

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