Well, here we are. Time moves on and we were pushed up a notch to the great-grandparent level on January 15. I always thought great-grandparents were ancient but was pleasantly surprised to find they are not. Now SOME great-grandparents may be creaky and fragile but it is not a requirement. Turns out it's only a label and does not automatically cause one to crumble into dust or senility.
Ok, here's the scoop. Our grandson and his wife produced this beautiful little girl, born right on target the morning of January 15. This six pound bundle of sweetness is named Avery Lynn Miller.
A week later she is awake and checking out this great big world.
She doesn't know how special she is. She is the first child of her parents, first grandchild of both sets of grandparents, our first great-grandchild, and the first great-great-grandchild in the Stauffer family. Leroy's mother is 94 and we want to take a five-generation picture at the first opportunity.
It doesn't seem that long ago that my daughter was this size and now she is a grandma. That's hard to grasp. Time marches steadily on and the change is not noticeable a day at a time. But when something like this happens we are forced to look back and admit the small daily increments have added up to a huge change of life.
Do I wish to go back? No. I enjoyed each stage of life while I was in it but I don't want to go back and do it all over. I'm enjoying this empty nest stage of life. Great-grandmas get to cuddle the babies and let the mamas and grandmas do the work. It's great!