When we found out we were pregnant with Quinn, the first person I wanted to tell was my mom. But, I also wanted to do it in some sneaky-wonderful way that would totally surprise her. So, we waited 8 long weeks to give her a very special Christmas present - a "Grandmother" figurine. It took her about 10 seconds after she opened the box to put it together, and then we saw this face. And heard the giggling, and the crying, and the toe-tapping-Mom-dancing. Just the reaction I had been hoping for.
She had been waiting patiently for so long to be a grandma, and she was absolutely so excited. She changed all her computer passwords to "babyface" and called me every day to find out how "our" baby was doing. We planned the nursery and went shopping and pored over sonogram pictures together.
One year ago today was my mom's last day here on this earth. And of the lifetime of memories I have with her, this is the picture I hold in my mind. I miss her so much. And I miss her for Quinn. I wish she could sing to him and hold him and watch him grow.
But I think that Quinn has a lot of my mom in him. I see her in his sparkly blue eyes and his big baby smile...so much like my mom. So I sing him the songs that she sang to me, and I wish that she were here to sing them herself, and I'm thankful that she was my mom.
