Not just brag - fact

I sat down this morning to write about my granddaughter. Remembered that the first time she was put into my arms, I fell in love, and knew then and there that I had the best reason in the world for being grateful on that Thanksgiving Day in Texas.

At three, she visited me in North Carolina. She came down the hall toward my bedroom the first morning and saw the collection of brass bells and figurines on the shelves. But rather than touch anything, she called her Mom and pointed them out. No crying even when she was tired, no tantrums over anything. I’d never known a little one to be so well behaved. It was almost scarily unreal.

Through the years she has surpassed any expectation I ever had, and way more than fulfilled every dream.

Beauty, for sure. Brains, without doubt. Caring, definitely. Faithful, to the highest ideals. Loving, to an almost unbelievable degree.

After a few minutes I realized that even if I used all the positive adjectives in the world and wrote for days I would not even scratch the surface. And so, rather than enumerate, I’ll just sum up. She is everything I wish I had been at her age.

Cherished Hayes, I am so very, very proud to be your grandmother. Thank you for being you.