- Family and Parenting
A Most Important Meeting!
I Couldn't Miss This Meeting!
My meeting was on a Friday – June 8th, 2012. It was an amazing morning. I was up early to teach summer school – but even earlier than I needed to be. It was that kind of morning that the sun was shining and the colors in the sky were ones that have never been found in a crayon box – the pinks, blues and lavenders seemed to sparkle. It was one of those mornings that you just had to be a part of – it was just too beautiful to miss. One of those mornings that was as perfect as perfect can be…
I was driving towards school when I first got the call. I had been waiting for the phone call for a few days, but I was still surprised when I got it. I smiled when I heard the voice on the other end. As soon as I hung up, I raced to school so that I could call the parents of the students I was expecting that day. I told them that I would not be available for the day. Of course, they all understood.
As soon as I had done that, I raced to the other side of town as fast as I could. I didn’t want to miss my meeting. I was going as fast as I could without getting a speeding ticket – I didn’t want anything to delay me from this meeting.
I got there just in time. I had to wait for a few minutes and I was getting anxious. I wanted the meeting to go perfect, and each second that passed I thought of something new that could mess things up. There were hundreds of things that could go wrong – and I thought of every one of them.
Finally, it was time to go in. I couldn’t believe I was finally going to meet her! I peeked around the corner – almost afraid of what I would see. I shouldn’t have been afraid – she was there and she was perfect! She was even more beautiful than I had imagined!
She had lots of dark hair – already going past her neck. Her cheeks her as rosy as could be. She wasn’t wearing anything when I first walked in, but that was soon changed. Before long she was in a beautiful gray and white striped dress and a hat to match. Her long, slender feet were bare, as were her hands. She was as beautiful – if not more beautiful – then the sunrise I had witnessed earlier. I had never seen another girl as beautiful as her – at least not for many years.
I stood back and watched her – took in the sight that only happens once. I looked at her and saw all my hopes and dreams – all my wishes and prayers – come true. I saw my future in her little face. It was amazing. She was beautiful. Simply beautiful.
She was – is – my first granddaughter! Welcome to the world, Miss Olivia Claire!