miracles...

On February 29, 2008, a beautiful baby girl was born.
She weighed seven pounds, thirteen ounces and was 21 inches long.
She has big bright eyes and lots of dark hair.

Before she was a day old, I swear she smiled at me.
I am her Grandma.

My mother used to say that you should be joyful when someone passes away and cry when a baby is born, because the world is such a difficult place.
I cried many tears that day. Some were because I missed my mother, and wanted so much to share this day with her. Most were tears of joy, because I was so happy to meet this little girl.

Shortly after her birth my son announced that she was named after her Great-Grandma.

Mom would have liked that....

Welcome to the world sweetheart...........