Colbie was as glad to see me as I was to see her. I really think she remembered me from the time we spent together in March. When Colbie met me at the door, she hugged me! (Really! She hugged me!) She is wonderful, delightful, and totally perfect. Is there any other feeling on earth that can compare to the feelings of being a grandmother? Her spit-up is inspired—her poopy diapers are works of art. Her smile melts my heart. She laughs at my jokes and listens intently when I sing an off-key, lyric-deficient song. She looks thrilled when I pick her up after a nap—like she’s happy it’s me. I am completely in love with Colbie.
And I now know why we grandmas have all those wrinkles and that loose skin on our jowls and necks. It’s so our grandbabies can grab us by the face and tell us, “I’m so glad you came to visit me!”