Dancer Girl and her 5th birthday

Today is my first granddaughter's Fifth Birthday. Dancer Girl has been so excited because she was becoming five years old. Every time we saw her or talked with her she would remind me that she was turning FIVE. For her, it was a major turning point in her short life. I played along with her and teased her by saying, "Are you going to be five minutes? Are you going to be five days? Are you going to be five months? Are you going to be five centuries?" She would impatiently respond, with hands on hips, that she was going to be FIVE. (The concept of putting years with five eluded her momentarily until I asked her if she was going to be five years old.)

Husband and I were very excited when darling daughter first announced that she was pregnant. I never thought it would happen. Darling daughter and long haired daddy had been married for five years and there was no talk of babies up to that time. So when the big announcement was made, in a room packed with people at Christmas, it was like a bomb had landed on my chest. I had to walk out of the room. It was almost too much for this old lady to bear. I actually felt the wheel of life turn at that moment. I had now moved into a new phase of my existence -- grandmother.

Dancer Girl, your birth was so anticipated and you were loved by your Grandma from the first moment I saw your beautiful face on the ultrasound film. I knew that God in Heaven had blessed me with an angel.





Dancer Girl, know that you are loved by your Grandma and Grandpa. I hope that you spend your life dancing, singing, and loving. Have a wonderful Fifth Birthday.