For my newborn granddaughter, Micah
What shall I tell you about the day you were born?
Your Grandpa and I were waiting in the carpool line to pick your big sister up from kindergarten when your dad texted: Micah is here! 9 lbs!
Gratitude flooded our hearts as photos flooded our phones.
We wept at sight of you. Your sister would say “happy cried.”
Looking at your beautiful rosy face, a thousand thoughts fluttered in my mind, like birds descending from the azure sky, landing one by one on soft, moss-covered branches…
I remembered it was supposed to storm that day, and it didn’t; the late October sun shone for all it was worth, illuminating the countryside with brilliant gold, orange, yellow, and scarlet.
I forgot the shadows, worries, and grind of daily life.
I remembered the story of my own birth, told over and over to me by my grandmother: She, Daddy, Granddaddy, and Grannie stood looking at me through the nursery window, Grandma “happy cried,” Daddy said I looked just like Granddaddy.
I forgot to be sad about not going to the hospital to see you on the day you were born due to limited visitors in COVID protocols.
I remembered that I’d be able to come the next day, and that it would suffice.
I forgot there was even a pandemic.
I remembered the joy of your father’s birth, the fierce motherlove which surged in my veins, which surges still, and exponentially now, for you.
I forgot about fearing my own inadequacies.
I remembered to wear Grandma’s locket.
I forgot, until your curious big sister opened it, that your father’s newborn picture was nestled inside.
I remembered the promises of God, that blessings fall on the generations of those who love Him, my precious, precious baby Micah, daughter and granddaughter of pastors: Know therefore that the Lord your God is God; he is the faithful God, keeping his covenant of love to a thousand generations of those who love him and keep his commandments (Deuteronomy 7:9, ESV).
I have never forgotten that.
Thankful for the infinite grace of God. Love you always, Micah. – Franna
with thanks to Denise Krebs for hosting November’s Spiritual Journey Thursday group, with a focus on gratitude.
and also to Two Writing Teachers for the weekly Tuesday Slice of Life Story Challenge.
I am deeply grateful for you all.