A note from Nana…

Today my daughter and son-in-law  welcomed their second child into the world and I will soon meet my next grandchild. My first granddaughter, now 12 kept vigil with me – her Nana. Precious times.

Lois Wyse has been credited as stating that “..grandchildren are the dots that connect the lines from generation to generation.” Since becoming a grandmother myself, I can only say that truer words have never been spoken. Her book, “Funny, You Don’t Look Like a Grandmother”, remains one of my favorites.

So today’s musing is going to be brief and quite personal but I can’t think of anything more symbolic of possibilities than a new life.  In honor of my grandchildren, I offer these words from Ms. Wyse’s book on inheritance:

China cupboards filled with cups of memories,

A piano’s tune that sang its tune before me,

Secret drawers that hold my parents past,

All these are here for me to see

And so piece together what has gone before

To understand the people who once walked these halls.

For in the home my grandmother created,

I find the beginnings of the love I have inherited.

 Hurry home, Miss Keira! My halls (and love) await!