I keep my family business pretty private from my writing life. I try not to even name my family members out of respect for their privacy. I can’t always resist. My first grand child was born on September 3rd, 2011. I’m not admitting how old I am. LOL. Lets just say I am a very young grandmother. We have already decided that I shall be knowing as G.G. Nanna, granny, grandma, grandmother, nothing worked. G.G. just seemed to fit. My oldest daughter, his mama, said “of course, G.G. stands for Gorgeous Grandma. I can live with that.
My grand son is quite a fighter. He had a rocky start in this world and spent his first week in Neonatal I.C.U.(Life is Fragile Blog) His daddy is a Marine deployed to Afganistan. Baby and Momi are both well and home. My handsome grandbaby is now over a month old. I have 312 pictures on my I phone I would love to show you. LoL.
I did a post awhile back about my Son In Law for one of my Fantasy Monday blogs (My SIL The Romance Hero). I could spend pages telling you about all the loving thoughtful things he does for my daughter. He takes care of her, loves her and makes her feel precious every day of their marriage, yet accepts that she is a strong and capable woman. As you live a few years on this earth you begin to think that there aren’t any good men left. He is a good man.
However, not only is he a good man….my Son In Law is a real romance hero. He deserves another Fantasy Man Monday guest spot.
Of Course, I never doubted it. He has been on his second deployment to Afganistan and was not able to be with my daughter for the pregnancy and birth of their son. He is a Marine, he has to go when they say go. My daughter took it well, saying she would rather he miss the pregnacy so he could be home for their child’s first’s. The two of them missed their first Thanksgiving, Christmas, Birthday’s, Anniversary during his first deployment. So, it was important to her for him to be home to see their baby’s first milestones.
My SIL is well respected amongst his peers and supervisors. They all knew what had happened with the babies birth took a complicated turn. My SIL was able to be on the phone via skype to hear the baby being born. Then in the days that followed, the redcross got word to SIL about the serious nature of the babies difficulties. My SIL was not due to come home until the end of October, first part of November. He resisted leaving his men in the field. My daughter assured him everything was undercontrol and he needed to continue to serve where he was needed.
Three days ago, my daughter got a bouquet of roses with a card that said “I”.
Two days ago, another bouquet with a card saying “Love”.
This morning her girlfriend took her and the baby out to the Cracker Barrell for breakfast. A bouquet of red roses arrived at the table with a card printed “YOU”.
Moments later my SIL snuck up behind my daughter, wrapped his big old arms around her in a hug.
All the stress of months of being pregnant without her husband around, being brave when she was worried sick for him and didn’t want to worry him…… all the happiness and sadness all rolled together spilled down her cheeks in tears of happiness.
There may have been a few tears at surrounding tables. I’m sure there were several cheers and hands shook as strangers, wrapped into the new little families joy for a brief moment.
So, “Daddy” Welcome home. Sometimes when you surprise people you end up having to put up your own “Welcome Home” Banner
Time to buckle in for the tough years ahead. You thought WAR was HELL
So, When we gonna be talking about a girl chil grand baby?
I (heart) You! Awwww
Eden Glenn 