My Bestie is a Granny

It is no longer an uncommon occurrence for me to get asked if I'm a grandmother, or how many grandkids I have, or if such and such a person is my grandchild. The first time it happened it made me giggle quite a bit, and actually I found it rather flattering because when I was asked that it was while I was playing with a little kiddo at church and it felt kind of like a compliment, which I think it actually was.

But now that these question or comment is coming up more often, I have to confess that it's no longer this surprising thing that I could actually be a grandmother. Tons of people my age (and quite a bit younger!) are. I'm grandma age! It has happened! Do I think I'll be a grandmother anytime soon? No, no I don't. But not because I'm too young to be a grandmother. 

Last fall The Becky called me with the big news that her daughter was expecting a baby. We were both excited and nervous (obviously she much more than I, but still) and had trouble imagining what this change in her family would be like. In February, I was invited to a baby shower in honor of Becky's daughter. Becky's daughter-in-law put the shower together, and I'll tell you, that shower taught me what it looks like to truly go above and beyond. It was so cute it was kind of alarming. Becky just sat back and watched her DIL exhaust herself putting this party together, and the result was amazing. I was very helpful. I brought a salad. 

 

Just a few weeks later Becky let me know that wee little Alice had been born. I was very excited to meet her and what a treat to see Becky get to hold her little grandbaby. This baby adores Becky.

 

 

Gosh, who would have thought, all those years ago as Becky and I were cruising boys' houses and singing to the radio and watching Star Wars movies all night long that someday we'd be old (and getting older) together, and taking pictures of each other's grandchildren? It's making me smile just thinking about it. It's such an honor being her friend.