Thursday, November 29, 2007


Yesterday was the birthday of my fourth oldest grandchild. Jacob turned 17. Hope your day was special, Jacob, just as you are. And you know you have been special to me since the second you were born and I first saw you through the tears streaming down my face.

You see, Jacob was the first grandchild given me by one of our adopted kids. Our daughter had asked me if I would accompany her to the delivery room. Her words were, "mom, you weren't in the delivery room when I was born, but would you please be there when my child is born?" Would I? Absolutely!

So Jacob has always had a special place in my heart. No, he is not flesh of my flesh, we share no DNA, but he was born into my heart, and therefore is permanently attached to me.

Jacob, you are loved dearly. You know that. You should have your card and $$ that I sent. Spend wisely. And I promise some alone time at Barnes and Nobel when I'm home for Christmas.

Happy Birthday, grandson!

1 comment:

jacob said...

i love you grandma!!! thats so sweet....the felling is defidently mutual!!!