Not That Kind of Grandma

All the months leading up to the momentous birth of my granddaughter were filled with images of all the grandmothers I had known and defining which one of them I would become. I was not going to be that grandmother that filled her tiny little house with all kinds of baby things so that it seemed that the baby actually lived there. But it seems that little by little, I am becoming that grandmother. Somehow in that little Parisian apartment my transformation became complete and I told my favorite little family that I wanted Callie to start spending the night at my house. Now, my grandma vision was that would happen when she was sleeping in the "big" bed. But one thing I have learned over and over again in the past month is that we only have this day, this moment, now. That's it. No promises of next year or next month or even tomorrow. So the slumber parties at Grandma's Farm are about to commence. And I, for one can't wait!