The last 10 months have been filled with activity. People actually taking up space in our home. Nate was on the floor in the rec-room while David slept in his room. Charissa and Michal had there own bedroom, but then Zoe came along. Then there was 3 in her room.
The kitchen smelled good. David loved hanging out with me and I loved every minute of it. His different voices brought such enthusiasm to the every day things. LIke the "gummy man dumps" voice. And the "pick goodberries" voice. Then there was the "bankie bankie" whiny voice. And the tired "milk" request. But my favorite was the "Hi Nana" welcome that I got every time he saw me. I miss it a lot. The little grandson who managed to steal my heart in just a few short months now lives in Netherlands.
There is nothing clever about this blog. Just a whiny grandma who wishes she could fly to Netherlands once a day to pick him up and squeeze him and kiss his little cheek, and listen intentively to what he had to say. Usually it wasn't a request really, he just needed an audience and he knew he had me.
School starts soon, and now I'm going to have to do it alone. For 10 months I couldn't wait to come home and play with him before he went down for a nap. Now I'll just be coming home and cleaning his little fingerprints off of the window. I'll be storing his hi-chair in the wine cellar. I'm finding little mismatched toys that he left behind in weird places, and saving them in a basket for when I see him again.
I wish I had it all on video. Every single moment I got to spend with him. I didn't even tell my daughter this, but when I watched him run the 100 yard dash and finish dead last - running his toddler trot over the line - to be handed a ribbon that he stared at for the longest time, ........ i cried without even knowing it. Tears welled up and ran down. I could hardly breathe taking it all in. And there was his mommy, right beside him. But then the last 40 yards, he let go and ran by himself. It's just one memory that won't let me go. But then there are a hundred more that I want to re-live and watch over and over.
Who designs those kid's shirts that say "cutest kid ever" and "grandma's handsome boy"?
A grandma..... that's who.
Just so you know David, I am your biggest supporter. I'll always be cheering for you and watching you grow up, and encouraging you and loving you and your silly ways forever. For there is nothing you do that can remove my love for you for even a minute.
There is no ocean too wide that can separate our togetherness.
So until we meet again in person, I pray that you find a Netherlands a fun place to explore and learn and grow. Then when we do meet, you can show and tell me all about your new adventures and discoveries. But please don't grow up too fast, You Are the Cutest Little Boy Ever!
waaaaa...,make me cry why don't ya! you are a brave nana! thanks for letting us come to the netherlands with your grandbabies ;)
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