Missing You

There might come a day when you will wonder why I was not a part of your life. When I started this blog, I wasn't sure how I would handle explaining any of this, or if I ever would. I guess the most important thing for me to do is to let you know that there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of you. There isn't a day that I don't miss you. There isn't a day that I don't love you very much. I never want you to ever think that I chose not to be a part of your life. I did not.

When you were born, April 8, 2005, in California, Grandma was there. Your dad was overseas and he sent me an email asking if I would go to California and be with your mom while she gave birth to you. I happily said yes and Uncle Brett and I came to California. Your Aunt Stacey and Uncle Ryan were living with your mom at that time. When your mom went into labor, I took her to the hospital. We were all in the hospital room and when the kids went to find something to eat, you were born. When they came back they were surprised to see that you were here! It happened so fast! You were beautiful and perfect and looked almost identical to your dad when he was born. I immediately felt a big connection to you and I understood how much a grandma could love her grandchild.

I took care of you for first days in this world. When I had to leave to go back to Indiana, I cried because it was so hard to leave you. I knew it wouldn't be long until I saw you again and that helped.

Grandma Loves You!