Tiny Bestie 💕

See, what had happened was….

MY DAUGHTER HAD A BABY!!!

Skeeter, my first grandchild, was born in September. She stole my heart the moment she entered the world, and I’ve been wrapped around her tiny finger ever since. She is the most perfect little angel, and I could not be happier to be her grandma.

When my daughter told me she was pregnant, I was over the moon excited at the thought of becoming a grandma. It didn’t matter if she had a boy or a girl. I was going to love that child like no other. When she found out it was a girl, I asked if she had a name in mind. She said yes, but I wasn’t allowed to know what it was. The fact that she was actually able to keep it a surprise until the baby was born is nothing short of miraculous on its own. Not knowing the name meant I had to come up with something to call my granddaughter. Naturally, I chose Skeeter. If my daughter wouldn’t tell me the name she chose, I was gonna use an obnoxious nickname throughout the pregnancy. So every time someone asked about the name, we said “it’s Skeeter!” I was convinced she’d be my Skeeter forever.

Now I’m not too proud to admit that I was wrong about something, but here goes. I haven’t called her Skeeter once since the nurse handed me the beautiful little bundle of joy and her mommy finally told me her name. She’s my Sweet Pea, my Princess, my Peaches, but most of all, she is my Tiny Bestie. I’m pretty certain that my daughter and son in law are annoyed with hearing it at this point, but every time I hold her, I remind them that she’s my Tiny Bestie.

I was blessed. I grew up with my Mom as my best friend. And she was hands down THE BEST. We told her in January that she was going to be a great grandma. She was happy about it. Sadly, she passed away in February. I think she just wanted to make sure that she got to meet Skeeter before anyone else. Sounds like something she’d do. Tiny Bestie has the best guardian angel now. 😇💛🪽

When I had my daughter and son, I hoped that they would grow up liking me as much as I liked my mom. I think they do. I hope so anyway. I know they love me. My daughter says I’m her best friend. She still likes hanging out with me, and she sure does text me a lot to tell me random facts like she had a Dr Pepper from Sonic and it was, and I quote, “AMAZING.” I digress. Like my sister often does. I told my daughter that my granddaughter was my Tiny Bestie. She said, “I thought I was your bestie.” Yes, my darling daughter. You are my bestie. I regret to inform you, however, that you have been upstaged by Tiny Bestie. Someday you’ll understand.

Tiny Bestie loves me just as much as I love her. She especially likes it when I sing Country Roads and let her lay on my super soft and fluffy chest. She’s comfortable in my arms. She must be, cuz she poops a lot when I hold her. As my husband and daughter will both tell you, you only poop when you feel at home. 😂

I’m not ashamed to admit that Tiny Bestie has become the most important part of my crazy life. Nothing seems quite as important as holding her in my arms and seeing her smile at me. Things that mattered and consumed most of my time before have fallen by the wayside. Not gone or forgotten, just taking a backseat for a while. My most sincere apologies if you feel like that’s you. My Tiny Bestie is growing so fast that I’m afraid to blink for fear I might miss something. She lives with me now, but that won’t always be the case. Her mommy and daddy will buy a house, and I’m certain they will think they should get to take their daughter with them when they move. Can you even stand the audacity?

In January, I said it was double or nothing on this blog this year. So thanks for reading number 10. I’ve gotta get ready to go meet Tiny Bestie and her mommy at the park. (Sorry kiddo, I told you once she got here you would go from being you to being her mom. Don’t worry, I still love you 🩵)