My first baby, the one who turned my life around in the blink of an eye, is about to become a father. Which makes me a grandmother, right?! My mind is still trying to come to grips with that little fact and she'll be here in 3 weeks.
I can still remember, literally like it was yesterday, the anticipation, the fear, the excitement of my final weeks pregnant with him. Now I'm waiting for my grandchild to get here! How blessed am I to get to love and experience a new generation. A new life that comes from so many other little choices that were made far back before I was even thought of.
Think on that for a minute....so many choices were made, for my great-great-grandfather to turn down that hallway, to bump into that girl and ask her out for a soda. She had to decide to go that way and to say yes. And on and on and on.
Choices. Little, seemingly inconsequential moments, blinks of an eye really. They make up the large stories that are lives. Entire generations. Wow.
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