Michael & I knew their moving day was coming but it came much faster than we imagined.
Lost...that is what I feel today. Lost without seeing her sweet face, lost without holding her, lost without singing to her, and lost without jumping through hoops for her to smile at me.
I know...I am not the only long distance grandmother, I just need a really good pity party right now!
How will I do this so that she will know me and I will really know her? How many times can I feed Michael baked potatoes before he notices that all the grocery money is being used for flights:)
I just keep wandering around the house looking for a stray bottle, blanket, or tiny pink pj's in the hopes that she will be here. For nine glorious weeks I was a real Grammie...you know the kind that recognizes the difference between her tired & hungry cry, the kind that knows she likes to be facing out when you hold her, and that she will goo if you smile, stop talking and just listen!
I will miss Brittany scrapbooking & working with me at the cottage. She is my right arm and best companion. I will miss Travis making sure I have a good hug when I need it and scaring me in the dark. I will miss Annabelle's sweet innocence, perfect lips & tiny nose, her singing cry and gentle goo, but most of all I will miss the feel of her nestled under my chin.