7 December

V is for Verne

My sweet baby grandson in his first snow

It is a grandmothers that our mothers 

come into the fullness of their grace.

-Christopher Morley

There is something so sweet and tender about watching 

my daughter and son-in-law

begin their little family.


I always knew I would love Verne.

I loved him with a grandmother's love even while he was swimming around

in my daughter's womb.

What I didn't know before I became a grandmother,
what I couldn't really have imagined,

is how wonderful it would be to see my daughter with her own child. 

To know that she understands a mother's love.

To feel her wonder and joy at each new accomplishment Verne makes.
And, at the same time to remember feeling that same 
wonder and joy when she made those accomplishments.
My greatest memories, the best part of my life, my most powerful love,

was becoming a mother and raising my children.

I would give them all of my heart, I would give them the very best of everything,

and now I know that one of my most loved children

has a love like that herself.

My cup runneth over. 


  1. how adorable... so cute.... you are a rich woman!

    Have a nice ABC-day / – Week
    ♫ M e l ☺ d y ♫ (abc-team)

  2. This is a photo to save in your album!
    Congratulations on being a grandmother to such a sweet little guy.
    Thanks for sharing at http://image-in-ing.blogspot.com/2016/12/the-church-of-transfiguration.html

  3. What a lovely testament to motherhood and grandmotherhood! And what a sweet baby boy...

    abcw team

  4. What a treasure and you are so right ~ grand children are special ~ as well as grandmothers ~ wonderful photo of grand child's 'first snow' ~ thanks,

    Wishing you a happy week ~ ^_^

  5. It is one of the the best joys of this life!! Sweet picture.

  6. I can see why your cup runneth over. Such a wondrous time as you enjoy your new grandbaby -- so many sweet and tender moments during this season of newness.

    Wishing you a wonderful rest of the week...


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