A whirlwind of wonder came into our lives ten years ago. We had no idea what we were in for when we looked at that little bundle of new life. My first thought when I held her for the first time was of my mother. I looked at her and said "little Ruth.".
Over these ten years, she has proved that statement true. She has that inner energy that Mom possessed. Her face knows more about smiling than frowning. Everyone is her friend. She is fearless and strong. I often think of how my mother would have laughed at her antics. Yes, she is little Ruth.
Gabby has yet to understand her potential. Her compassion and depth of caring are as strong as perchant for fun. She could be a diplomat, a doctor, a teacher, a builder of hope. Gabby would talk the same to her classmate as she would the President. She is full of hope and fails to understand cruelty of words and actions. She is an dog whisperer. Her spirit reaches out to all who come within her reach.
Gabby is blind to the color of man and prejudice. She wears her heart on her sleeve, because she feels so deeply and loves so strongly. Kindness is another name for her.
Today I celebrate my beautiful granddaughter who makes me laugh and who sometimes warms my heart to tears. My granddaughter is another year older and our lives another year richer.
Today she is 10.