New Year's Eve was spent with dear friends of 30+ years in a dimly lit, local fine dining spot. A quiet gathering, lacking the characteristic gaiety of New Year's Eve gatherings. But 2020 was not your typical year, so it should rightfully end without fanfare and crowning glory. Wrap it up -- no, wad it up -- tightly, and throw it in the garbage can.
Beginning with the birth of our very first grandchild -- a sweet baby boy, born on January 4, three days later than his parents were expecting him, but exactly when God had planned. He is a miniature cherub. Truly, the sweetest angel baby face I've ever seen.
I flew to see him a week after he was born, spending 4 short days with him, holding him, singing to him, rocking him, kissing him, talking to him -- it was almost impossible to steal my eyes away from that precious face.
And oh, does he rock his hats! He has lots of beanies and little knitted pom-pom hats, my favorite being this one... HOW HIS NONNA WANTS TO KISS THOSE SWEET CHEEKS AGAIN!
I sobbed when I kissed his sweet face at the airport. And every time I turn on the classical relaxation Pandora station now, I'm taken back to those precious but few moments with him, and tears begin to fall. A love so fierce, so indescribable. When will I see you again, little one?
Say "Night-ie night" and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me
While I'm alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me
