This week, I really upped my “awe” game:
Meet my granddaughter, Margot. She’s 6 pounds, 9 ounces, or at least she was on Friday, when she made her debut.
Margot is my daughter’s daughter, and yes, she is the first to shift my status from dad to “papa”.
Little girl, big city. I like to think that she is taking it all in, waiting for her moment to take charge.
This weekend, I’ve been thinking about the miracle of birth, and how awed (and slightly terrified) I was three decades ago when we suddenly were responsible for a tiny human being.
This time around, I get the awe without the dirty diapers, although I’m pretty sure my daughter will find a way to soon say, “Dad, I’m not done with my frozen daiquiri, would you mind changing her diaper?”
And I will!
By the way, our “I Am” journaling project has kicked off, and I am about to write in my journal, “I am… a grandfather.”
Awe inspiring! Congratulations!!
Too precious…