Meet my new grandson, Carter! I hadn't expected to be a grandmother for a while yet, but apparently the Universe had other ideas. Just when I think life is getting a bit dull and predictable... BAM! Some fairy somewhere waves her magic wand and POOF, I'm a gramma.
I'm still getting used to the whole mother-of-the-father-of-the-baby thing. Testing out monikers. Granny is already taken, as is Gramma P. Memaw is out. Nana is a possibility. My friend told me I'd love being called Grandma as soon as it's said by that sweet little boy while he's holding his arms out to me. I think she is probably right. I am smitten. He's just absolutely perfect.
My son is learning to be a father. I think he is going to be amazing at it. He's a natural.
I am absolutely certain life will never be the same. And looking at this sweet face, I wouldn't have it any other way.
