When she was a little girl, my eldest daughter loved to play, Wedding. Inevitably, she would be the bride and some erstwhile young playmate would be her groom. In her childhood fantasies, it was always about the dress and ceremony. The marriage was inconsequential.
As she grew into a woman, those memories of her childhood weddings gave us all cause for laughter until this day, two years ago, when she enacted out her wedding day, and we witnessed the beauty and wonder of Alexis and JM joining together in marriage.
That was two years ago today.
This past weekend, Alexis my eldest daughter, has been visiting with their 7 month old son, TJ. We were celebrating my mother’s 96th birthday, which in and of itself was perfect. To have four generations together. To be together as a family — both my sisters, and both my daughters and the son Alexis and her beautiful husband have brought into this world.
What could be more perfect?
Someone once said, ‘a picture’s worth a thousand words’. In the English language there is only one word for Love. The Greeks were smart. They had at least four.
And even that doesn’t seem to be enough to describe how my heart feels.
I am beyond words. Beyond emotions. Beyond anything but Love.
Not just for having spent time with my grandson, but also for being witness to the wonder of my eldest daughter as she embraces and embodies the role of ‘mother’.
I am in awe. I am humbled. I am grateful.
She is all that I would have wanted for my grandson. And so much more. She is pure Love.