Yesterday you turned 18, my sweet Jayle, and I am so proud of you, and it seems like yesterday when you were just a child. I am grateful for you, and I consider myself so lucky to have known you, because, since the first time I laid eyes on you, you stole my heart. You made me a grandmother, dear child. You made me so happy, that all I could do at that time was stare at you... my daughter was struggling to see you, and I was just standing there, mesmerized by you... she kept asking is she okay, does she have all her fingers, and I couldn't answer. Then they brought you to her, and you looked so tiny, just like her when she was born... and she held you, so perfect, and beautiful... and today I am proud of you being here, of being my granddaughter, and for you being 18 years old. And I pray that you will be blessed with the wisdom to make the right choices for you. And that you will always be safe, happy, and at peace. Today, I celebrate you, my sweet granddaughter.
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