From: Cumberland Creek Mystery Series
Author: Mollie Cox Bryan
Book 2: Scrapped
Publication Date: December 31, 2012
This will be the second Christmas we’ve have a baby in the family since my daughter Vera was a baby. The first was last year when Elizabeth was only a few months old and mostly slept through the whole Christmas celebration, while we opened gifts and gorged on Christmas goodies.
I’d long ago given up any hope of being a grandmother when suddenly I was I presented with my forty-one year-old daughter’s baby girl, Elizabeth. Which put me in kind of an awkward position with some of my friends. I had to listen to their sappy stories about grandchildren for years and had developed sort of a hard nose about it. “If I have to hear one more sweet grandchild story, I think I’ll just barf,” I used to say. They did what they did best, then—ignore me. Turns out, I am the biggest sap of them all.
The first time I held Elizabeth felt like I split wide open with love. She looked at me as if she already knew me. Do you believe that? I do. I mean I think there is some deep down genetic knowing. It’s primal and universal. She and I? We are soul mates. I knew it the minute I held her and it was affirmed on her first birthday when she took a big piece of cake and smashed it on her father’s face, rubbed it in, and giggled. Uproariously. (Now, if you only knew how many times I had wanted to do that to Bill)
This year will be great fun. I imagine a purely hedonistic holiday with eating goodies and tearing open the gifts the Santa brought. Elizabeth and me? We’d do all right together—if we didn’t have my daughter bustling around trying to make sure everything is perfect and clean and “oh, not too much sugar,” and “oh, we don’t want to spoil her with too many things.” Honestly! That’s what grandmothers are for, don’t you think?
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