April 28th

My oldest Granddaughter turns 15 soon. Such a beauty, she is.

I remember the day she was born. Her mama had a rough time delivering her. We were all so scared. She was exhausted, yet she kept on working as hard as she could to give birth to her baby.

My granddaughter was born screaming and kicking...and when they took her to get her weight and vitals...she raised up in a crawl position...locked her arms and legs...and wailed loudly in disapproval. The nurses were shocked...then started to laugh and looked at us thru the window shaking their heads in disbelief.

I smiled and cried...viewing that beautiful little hothead...knowing she was mine.

Tudah...she has made my life. Grandpa and I would take her to the Library and read to her...she would go for walks with Grandpa...she, the continuation of my baby...

I visit Tudah and her brother Ditta regularly. Ditta always comes and hugs his Gramma and gives me those special kisses on the cheek. He's quite the little man at 11. He's very protective of his sister too.

I have been so blessed in my family. Thank you Lord...