The chance for a great-great grandparent to meet their great-great grandchild is rare. What a blessing it is to have all these generations together and healthy. Wyatt is a lucky little guy to have the love of all these amazing people surrounding him.
We all are.
I married well. . . in so many ways.
Wyatt John, infant, pictured with his momma, his Great-Great Grandpa and Grandma Hoff, his Great Grammy Angie, and his Grandpa. (It still feels so odd to refer to my husband as a grandpa. LOL!)
On the evening this picture was taken, my mother-in-law was holding Wyatt and talking to him. He was looking at a brightly colored painting I have in my kitchen. I was getting supper together, when I overheard Angie, my MIL, say, "Wyatt. Are you looking at Grandma's pretty picture?" As she said that I thought to myself. . . that is not your picture, Ang? It's mine? What a weird thing to say. And then it occurred to me. I AM HIS GRANDMA.
Yikes!
I adore that baby. But being a grandma is just weird. Shouldn't I be old or something?
Don't answer that.
I'm obviously OLD enough - but. . .
Love you, love you Wyatt John - even if you ARE the reason people are referring to ME as Grandma. Scratch that - especially because you are the reason people are calling me grandma.
