Our Emma

So, I think I showed great restraint by not talking about Emma until my fourth entry. I'm not just saying this cause I'm the Grammie, but really, honestly, she is AMAZING!! I never thought you could love a child more than you love your own children, but sorry girls, you kinda love your grandchildren more. Maybe in a sort of hmmm, let me think how to put it- you are more in awe of how great childhood is when you don't have to correct, discipline or force your grandchild to do anything. You realize how precious every little thing is about it- it's like when you're in the midst of raising your own children that joy somehow gets lost in the everyday confusion of life. It's not that I didn't find great joy in my children- let's face, I pretty much had the time of my life each and everyday with the girls (except for certain times that I've sorta blocked out- like when you have shock therapy and you can't remember the bad), but maybe with Emma it's a little sweeter cause we realize how quickly it all goes by. So, I'm feeling a little wistful tonight that my own children can't climb up on my lap all warm in their jammies and smelling like baby lotion with their blanket and favorite book for me to read to them, but grateful beyond belief that I have an Emma that can!