Thursday, October 25, 2012

Gabby is Eleven

She came into my life eleven years ago. I was the first to hold her after her parents. I lifted her from the warming bed and cried. I knew that my deceased mother had kissed her before she entered the world. I knew that she was a blessing.

Gabby is light. She is all love and happiness. She is curious and creative. She is a bouncy ball and star in the sky. And, to top it off, she is one of my very best friends. She listens to me, and I listen to her. More than anything, I learn from her.

Can't isn't a word in Gabby's vocabulary. She is willing to tackle any task. It doesn't occur to her that she can't do something. Indeed she goes forward with energy and laughter. Should someone need help, Gabs is there. She gives her all for those she loves. Her heart is a tender leaf.

Gabby, like her mother and Grams, is a little on the short side. I equate her to Tigger. She  bounces, flips and seems to have wings. Thus, she is in gymnastics and taking her energy to a lovely form of art and body.

Tomorrow my granddaughter is eleven. I knew that first day that I held her that I was given a gift. I know each time I am with her that my life is better because of her.

Happy Birthday, Gabby. I love you very much.

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