And I wonder... how did I get to this place? How did I become "grammie Pammie". I remember like yesterday the day she was born. Weighing in at 4 pounds, fitting in my dads palm, the contrast between his large calloused hands and her pink newborn skin. The name Emily Jo, with plans to call her EmiJo. Her black curls that would turn to light brown and never returned when I trimmed her hair for the first time at 2 years old. Bringing her home at 5 pounds and heading straight for the "Octoberfest Parade" with her nestled in the stroller so small. I was not afraid... how could I have not been afraid? We needed her to be shared - for everyone to know we had a new member to this family - and she was by far one of Gods most beautiful creations. Now,almost 30 years later, turn around - two babes of her own.
And I wonder... how did I get to this place?
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It's true, it all started with one little one. And I was thinking last night how those firstborns were our practice children. We learned as we went and do you know what? I think they turned out pretty darn good!
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